I try to sleep, but my thoughts return to you.  Words come to my mind as tiny notes.  I need to write what I cannot yet say to you.

To the man who loves me

Each time you come to me you search for the woman I was once to you.  You look into my eyes.  What do you see?  You have never spoken any words.  You take me in your arms so tightly as my tears absorb your pores.  You kiss my face.  Can you will the demons haunting my soul to disappear by mere kisses and your arms wrapped so tightly around me?

You came once to where I was to protect me, to bring me back.  I knew you would be there.  My wandering stopped the moment my eyes fell on you, fell on your lovely spirit. My recognition of you.  So often our hearts have been as one burning with passion.

You sweetly lay me upon my bed as one last tear falls down my cheek. You gently stroke my hair, again protecting me from the night.  I know you do not sleep.  I hear you cry, helpless, yet with never-ending hope.

Mere words can not describe my love for you.  I have never stopped loving you and I will love you until my final breath.