ee punye…

Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

Are you ready, sayang?

Filed under: Uncategorized — queenster at 6:07 am on Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Are you ready?
I wonder if you are ready to be loved the way I love — completely, ardently, tenderly? Are you ready to share all of you with me — your body your thoughts, your feelings, your past, present and future? I would never hold you back or ask anything from you, but to be loved above all others; to have first place in your heart.

You could pursue your freedom. I don’t have to understand everything you do or say though I’d strive to. I would love you, just as you are. Be yourself in every way. All I want is love given to me as deep and as complete as mine will be for you.

Are you ready for the concern each day of someone who cares about everything that touches you, who surround you with her gentleness and wisdom in words and touch?

Can you tell me all and then listen to my thoughts and suggestions? I know how to hold you tight and how to hold you with a loose hand. May I smother you sometimes with my warm intense affection and then wander a distance away, to spend time in undisturbed solitude?

Are you ready for something, someone, different from all you’ve known?

Are you ready to be loved by me?



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