I will still love you, even when those beautiful dark eyes of yours won't be able to see anymore, what you're seeing in me, everyday, since the moment we first met. Your eyes in which my beauty grows, those who can pierce all the way through me and reach my very depths, yet still so honest and pure. Oh, how I love those eyes. The mirrors of your wild, but beautiful soul.
I will still love you, even when your sense of smell won't be able to detect a single scent of my body, ever again; the one of my hair, that drives you crazy each time I'm near you, the one of my skin, that makes you start dreaming of me, even when you have me right there in your arms and the one of my perfume, which leaves little pieces of me, everywhere behind me, making sure you can always feel my presence.
I will still love you, even when you won't be able to taste my lips, ever again, these lips that have always belonged to you, these sensual red lips. You've made them smile, like no one else could, you've made them shiver. It was all because of the love for you. They constantly yearn for your kisses and then, when you finally press yourself agains them, I become a lost person. Lost in pleasure and passion and love. And being lost has never felt so good before.
I will still love you, even when your arms will be laying lifeless, the ones that take me in your lap, sometimes to comfort me, sometimes to pleasure me, occasionally to torture me, but always to love me, every way possible. They have felt every inch of my body and yet everytime they travel down my curves, the skin responds as it was the first time. Your arms, the walls that protect me from everything, the walls I can lean on everytime. Without them I would feel so small and so alone.
And lastly, I will still love you, even when you won't be able to hear me whisper to you, ever again, all those little words that were designed with only one purpose: to tempt you, over and over again. Oh, mon cher, mon sauvage; the words I pronounce with all my pleasure, only so I can watch you shiver with lust, making you want me even more than you already do. And even though I enjoy every moment of it, I sincerely admit now, that the most seductive line of mine, could not ever compete with the simplicity of this abused little sentence. I love you…I love you…I love you…
I do. I love you. More than I have ever imagined I could love someone.
Maybe I like to torture myself sometimes by imagining my life without you, but the way it makes me see what you mean to me, in a manner so cruel, yet so beautiful and special only I could understand, then, I realize, that even someday, when you'll be gone and I'll be all alone, I will have our love to keep. Until the day we meet again.
One of the greatest loves the world has seen; we will gladly call our own.