My letter to Love

Can I have that friendship that never ends continually stimulating my intelligence?
I want that power to transcend and amend broken spirits let no harm come near it.
I crave that flavor every time I part my lips of passion and trust a divine designed mix…

I desire that warmth on my skin through which I claim protection shielded from the dagger of untruthful misconceptions…

Too many refer to love as some fleeting emotion or another word to be tossed in our diction. They think of it reality when in proof it is fiction and I refuse to bear the burden of such hideous fallacies interpreting lust for something long-lasting.

If a man can just admire my vision and work in conjunction instead of chase me around for my bodily functions we can share what I truly have to offer that is sweeter than any temporary feeling shared amongst “lovers”.

In his eyes I want to be imperfect and unbalanced so that loving me comes as a challenge and when his prize is won he’ll appreciate my soul that much more because simply sharing that with you has been my life-long goal and I didn’t build myself up…for my value to be annulled.

I looked inside myself and love once told to me.
“The true power in harnessing my beauty is to acknowledge me, practice me, honestly, act on me, represent me, actually, trust me, not factually, faithfully create me, wait on me patiently, hoping that one day LOVE is what you awaken to”….

And I listened….so love whenever you decide to come around let him see the woman and treasure what he’s found….

Take control of our destiny connecting us endlessly and teaching us relentlessly for there is no force as strong as you….

I want to cover myself in you from head to toe and show everyone my outfit of compassion. Drench me from my hair follicles to the edges of my toe nails so that wearing love in its entirety becomes fashion

Can I have you and keep you under my rib cage so that if you were to ever part from me I’d collapse internally withering away my days? I want you so deeply rooted in me that love assumes my identity and they’ll assume my character your name….

I guess what I’m asking is….when the time comes….can it never go away….Love….I’ll take your good, your bad, and I’ll vehemently endure your pain….until then I humbly and patiently wait…