My thoughts cannot be described in polite company my love. Each would end up x-rated. You are divine in every way and I cannot live a day without seeing you, witnessing your beauty, your kindness, your love. I would wonder the earth in search of you, none other your spot could fill. I beg of you, don’t leave my side, for here you belong forever more.
I know that sounds old-fashioned from an era long gone, but it describes the depth of love I have for you, on a completely different level, a different plain.
Well that was rather rhapsodic. Where did that come from? I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering if I’d recently read something somewhere that evoked this image and placed you front and center. A play, a movie, a song? What was the impetuous for these visions of us in another era another time and place?
As you lay beside me, in the depths of slumber, the images clearly defined exact, complete with accompanying aromas and music.
Roll playing aside, quixotic beyond my wildest dreams, I felt surrounded by affection as deep and burningly alive as though they were present.