A Letter

She has no idea how I feel about her! Here I write with words of red.
The distances I've travelled, the time I've poured out,
there is no known way for her to measure or understand it.
She was made with a limit to her understanding.
From the gutters in the shanties, wandering along aimlessly, there she was found without home, help or food. She was as good as dead. But I saw her there; I saw her in the state she was in. I saw her and knew that she would be mine. So I picked her up and held her close to my heart where she would be warm and taken care of and I gave her a name that would cover her in any and everything... her name would be LOVE.

Her sickness and disease were taken away because I loved her. She grew and became beautiful and her past was soon forgotten as she became older and stronger. She developed more confidence in who she was every day. Her cloak was shimmering, her eyes were radiant and full of life and viguor. All who passed her, stopped to gaze at her beauty. And she was loved.
But times grew difficult and she required more care and patience. Her wild side took her away from my bosom where she was safe, and she made decisions that hurt her. Shame concealed her desire for acceptance, as she was scooped up again by my unfailing love. I held her close, weeping inside, because she was hurt, but also because she came back to me. I covered her shame with my love. I held her close to my heart with the same gentleness that she received the first day I laid eyes on her. Her beauty was truly breathtaking. I held her until her sense of safety was restored, then she was released.

I love the way she looked at me- joy and adventure were always behind her eyes.
My heart lept with each glance she stole at me.
When she ran, the wind followed her,
When she stopped, the flowers danced with her,
And when she turned and looked at me, the whole world stood still.
I am lovesick for her! If only I could run to her and release how I felt about her! Nothing could break this chord of love, so tightly woven around my heart!

And the day came when she turned her back to me and indulged in her wild, untamed desires. She crossed to the other side of the gate and was gone. The gate was open, because my home was not a prison... and she passed through. Her new found "freedom" quickly became a fight to continue, and the joy was hidden from her eyes. She fought and her aggression became impulsive. No wisdom or reasoning would back her defenses down. She hurt the others out of pride and covetousness.
I began to weep and call out for her to come back to me! I ran out to see her in the midst of her struggle and aggression. I stepped in and broke the chains that bound her there to them. I broke them with a power and a zeal for my chosen one. She kicked against me to obtain her aggression once more. The aching in my heart pulsed. As one would try to accumulate a cup of water from under a waterspout, so my heart was swept up by the burning flame of love itself.

They cursed, they cried, they called out for justice!
Just wait, Oh my love, it's coming, it's coming!
I must take in my beloved and wash her with love,
Adorn her with beauty, and fill her with Joy.

If she could just taste and see... if she could learn to understand the depth, the length I would go to, the height I would climb, the distance I would reach out for her... the price I would pay, then she may know how I feel for her- even now. Even now.

So I just have to write something so my blog doesn't look so empty...