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I am in new territory once again.
There are no paths to lead her into my arms other than my reassurances and hopes. I have given her my heart and I must give her the freedom to give her heart back to me. It is tangled, the heart made insecure by absence, even when the absence was itself an act of love.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
The ramblings of an unrepentant alcoholic, or the musings of a lost soul? I've often wondered. I'm inclined to believe a bit of both, for in the state of being lost, would one wish to numb the pain? It seems likely.
I want Bella to know me, know me deeply and recognize me as her own. I want her to understand the flow of passion I have for her cannot wither, or fade, or be surpassed by any other woman, man, or ideal; I would abase myself and forsake all that I hold dear for her love.
I never tire of watching her sleep. I will sing her into that sweet goodnight at any chance. I will send her my heart, my existence, my everything in every song I can command. I can leave no doubt for her.
I will never understand how she holds me so enraptured with whimpers and snatches of thoughts mumbled in sleep. My pen - I have outlasted the dawn. I intended to write more, but her sleeping form captivated me, and now, I must leave. The day will come, the day will come; I know that one day, I'll watch her rise as surely as I now watch her sleep.