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your words I adore, spoken out loud. softly and sweetly, I like - or love them now and again, especially yesterday. maybe, today, I have not heard you so within the pretty words do you conceal more? like "hello" because, that would be lovely. a whisper, maybe, possibly or not. take your body to the sheets, lean for a kiss. taking all your stories, I see stars, this is all I think of. is you, it's all for you. and after, there are all the languages! in little notes, fingerprints, or body! and breaths, too! the sort that people say, but don't know it - like a secret, yes! you mean a lot with your eyes, I adore it! and when we are tired, it will be like burying! does that count? it does right? to be quiet when you haven't any words but you mean so much to express through such simplicity. you might not mind my idea, or want in all kinds of way, or sharing! but, it's all a silly story, really. filled with sighs, small affectionate whimpers. it is just pictures, mental images, thoughts of calm, serene scenes. you can see a personality, you find out so much when they tell you tiny past tales and memories - ideas and interests! oh so, when I say you are pretty, that you are handsome, stunning or perhaps beautiful and amazing like the stars! know, it is for much more! like where we are now, at this moment or the next and then the one before that. if you don't fully find meaning, well....where is the depth within that? ah well, yes. sometimes I think you do not think I think before I speak. perhaps it is all irrelevant really, or silly. because you think, i am not saying much at all. it's about perception or understanding. I try, I apologize - sometimes these things make the heart feel light under heavy heartsickness - do you think if it is removed, the weight will be gone? oh, bless.
