If only I could write you. .. you'd be a love song that melts the hearts of grown men... you'd be a novel, beautifully written, with no plot or characters, because who needs that when there's you. ..
If I painted you, you'd be an oil painting, an outburst of the colors of love woven together with the shades of sheer joy on a canvas of the very material of life itself...
But then I'd keep all this to myself. For no one else could understand the beauty of You... no one else would understand what it is to love You... I would keep it to myself, because I can't share You with the world, you have graced me alone with the beauty of the You and I will not share it. I cannot share it, I cannot share You.
But then again, if I do share it, people would know you exist, they would know that love is not a myth. Lovers would have more faith, they would dive passionately into each others souls with less fear, and less excuses, less reservations, maybe. They would let their hearts be, and stop holding back. Oh, yes, I should share!
You know, even now, sometimes it hits me by surprise. ... everything we've been through. .. and everything that has led to this moment. .. all the pain.. the fights... the tears... the sleepless miserable nights. .. and I look at you, sleeping like a baby angel in my arms, like we have never had a bad day in our lives, like we have never known pain or tasted bitterness. .. like we were just born this very moment. And I hug you... and I smile... and I love you all over again.
People in love usually say that their hearts beat harder and faster at the sight of their loved ones. .. love songs claim that lovers' hearts skip a beat, much like a heart attack, or stop beating altogether. I can't tell you that!
Every time I look at you, study the curves of your eyes and the corners of your lips, calculate the angle of your nose and the width of your forehead, and follow the lines of your cheekbones and the space between your eye brows, every time I really SEE you, I feel my heart expanding. Literally expanding, like it's growing inside of my chest, like it's being blown into, like a big red heart-shaped balloon. I can feel it taking up the space inside me and squashing my lungs that for a second, it is hard to breathe.
But then you hold me in your arms, and my heart reaches out of my chest to hug you. And while I am in your arms, you kiss me, and I breathe just fine.
Whoever said marriage kills love knows nothing. People kill love... Married couples who cease to be lovers after marriage kill love... As for me, I never loved you more than I do now!
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