Scarlet Magazine

By Andrew J. Baran

A Love Letter To You

Posted on | April 15, 2010 | No Comments

I count myself blessed to know you.

Every time I’m with you, in your presence I feel full, like a cup running over. You fill me to the brim and on my own accord I overflow with compassion, kindness, and gratitude, for you, for me, and for anyone else in our path.

I love you. And I want to know you more.

I love your long golden hair that shimmers in the sunrise as the new day starts and we set out to change the world yet again. Your long golden mane so wild, so tempting, and still so touchable.

The dark brown of your eyes are deep caverns I want to explore. So beautiful, so rich, so dark. They intrigue me and when we talk I can’t help but stare into them like a blazing fire, mesmerized by their mystery that is so profoundly you. These are the window’s to your soul, a soul that longs to be known and I feel I could look into your eyes for a lifetime and still learn something new every day.

Your lips call out to me, so succulent and soft. A pout, a smile, even a pensive look plays with my mind and I want to kiss every expression you own, and feel each one rest on my lips.

Your body, each limb and curve is glorious. It is uniquely you. Your collarbone is a magnificent work of art, sculpted like that of a Michelangelo statue. Your hands and the pads of your fingers are angel feathers sent from heaven to glide over skin and dance with the energy inside of me.

I love you. And I want to know you more.

You are fragile to my touch, like a newborn baby chick. Yet, your body emanates strength in every muscle.

You’re not afraid to stand up for what is right, and fight for it. Yet, I know you long to be held and comforted. I love to hold you. I love to comfort you. And I love to encourage you to stand strong.

I love the way you carry yourself and love yourself in quiet confidence. And then, sometimes in loud confidence like across a room at a party or among friends and even strangers.

You play out the lost art of seduction effortlessly, flawlessly, as if it’s interwoven into your DNA. I watch you in admiration. I admire the way you approach people and talk to them, the way your calm confident demeanor wins hearts and minds for a greater good, not a lesser evil.

I am overjoyed; Overjoyed that I know you intimately; Overjoyed that while others get to experience you momentarily, I get to experience all of you for a lifetime, forever. And because of this I love to gaze upon you out in public as well as in the private settings of our house, our reading room and our bed chamber.

I love you. And I want to know you more.

Your imagination is like a wild fire. You day dream in color and pictures with words and song and set others’ minds ablaze, transporting them to your new world. You make my feet leave the ground and want to fly catching limitless possibilities like fireflies in the night.

Royalty becomes you – a princess or a queen. Debutante and demure, you can be quite socially acceptable. Yet, underneath those respectable looks and gentle graces lies an exotic woman – an Egyptian queen, an Italian lover, a Greek goddess. You’ve learned how to play both parts well. But now all coexist inside you together. They are all you, all at the same time. And that’s what makes you exotic to behold, a rare flower.
I love you. And I want to know you more.

You emanate child-like wonderment. Every moment is full of appreciation and awe. You awaken me out of my adult ego and make me long for simplicity in thought and action.

I am in love with your funny ranting, your quirky moves and goofy antics. I am most fully alive in these moments, when we play like children.

I count myself blessed to call you my friend and have the privilege to know you intimately, to hug you and hold you affectionately, to encourage you and share day dream experiences, to be funny and goofy keeping us youthful and to be in your presence silently reading a good book on a snowy day by the fire, or sunning ourselves on white sand beaches next to turquoise water with a new read.

Yes, I count myself blessed to know you.



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