Dear ''tracy''
Oh, how I've longed to express my feelings to you. Shadowed by the sunset's dying light, I lift a lover's pen to spill my words with crimson ink, but the words to express the depth and breadth of my love are not in sight. I'm assaulted by pangs of the heart and soul, pining for you. I want only to push back those embattlements that shelter the words and tell you how much I love you. With midnight upon me, I try to reach into my soul, but still nothing comes from my weary pen to express how much I care about you. I could gaze longingly into your beautiful eyes. I could dance with you on clouds of silvery white. But still the words rush not to my pen, not a romantic word in sight. Your love is so wonderful and rare; it's bold, with a mischievous grin: it's as humble as a lady's maid, and as courageous as a knight. If only I could find the words to make your day bright. The power of your sweet kiss can dropp me to my bed. We're a portrait of love's perfection for all feasting eyes to see. Still I'm unable to express my feelings for you, but I'll wait with anguished heart, in hopes that I've given you a clue. Please let me know if you might just love me too?
Love,
oh emm geee....that gets to me! ! ! ! thats rlly deep....but very creative......wellll....its str8 ^ awesome! ! ! ! luvzz itzzz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Danmm she was one lucky woman.