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I hope the ship treats you well; but leaves you dissatisfied knowing a far greater vessel lies waiting to dock in your opulent harbor.

Though you set sail to a distant place, you could secure no place closer to my heart, and soul. Even my body radiates the wanton passion only the proximity of you can inspire.



I pray the spray of the salty sea on your skin will imbue ideas of kisses laced with the sweat of our passionate toil.

I beg the blazing sun to shine upon your entire voyage; to warm your bosom in reminder of my own pressed firmly upon it.

I humbly beseech time to pass slowly in your eyes, so that you may thoroughly enjoy every moment the reprieve offers, and that it passes rapidly thereafter so

that again you may have another; another spent in the strong embrace of a lover who's company will despite all wishes make a stint of the vacation.

Lastly I desire one thing more.

Eternally I wish this and this my love is you.



My angel, my celestial blessing, my one and only; I shall want of you now and forever and ever. Even with you in hand I should want nothing more.

Be well my darling, now and forever, whatever the tide pulls to you, wherever it may rend you, I pine it should satisfy you always and be it fit, lug me with.

I love you now and always.

Why do the ones held most dear seem to be the worst people in life?

why do our siblings' minds rot?

why do their habits become destructive?

why does their language turn foul

why do their ambitions become clouded?

why do their loyalties die?

Why do our parents grow old?

why do their habits become unsound?

why do they lose sight of what was once important?

why do they do things they used to frown on?

why does their love fade?

Why do our friends lose our attentions?

Why do they become less interesting?

why do they become borish?

why do they lose their values?

why do they stop being friends?

why do our lovers leave us?

why do we not pay them enough attention?

why do we yield to our wants instead of theirs?

why do we see them as our daily chores?

why do we let them slip through our fingers?

Our faults find their ways not into the hearts of our friends or family but those we cherish most. We give our hearts not to our mothers, our fathers, our brothers, sisters, friends, we give them to one and one only. Not even our children earn the love we harbor for the one we would be best off bearing them with. Those though, are so often. . . not worth the love we give them. It seems that the ones we would think to be, simply cannot be ours. Perhaps it is because we cannot have them, because we are not allowed to know their most intimate details, the tendencies, the habits, the needs, the workings. Despite not knowing, we want. . . we adore, we cherish and we love. What should be feared is becoming obsessed. . . It could be so easy to find comfort in distant fondness. So easy to love from afar and so easy to want more. How easy though would it be to take everything you knew you shouldn’t? That is what should never be. Perhaps keeping close to those sorts of people is. . . unhealthy. . .perhaps it would be best if we take our laments with us to a quiet faraway place and sleep the rest of our existence away. . .let the world continue free of the trouble we would bring it. Perhaps we do not deserve the sort of love we would give anything for.