Bold, but terrible bouts of silence in a room with a thousand voices. Although many hear you no reply is given. Listless from the pain of loneliness but nothing changes. Ransacked for the right words but still there are none to be found. Angry, furious, but without emotion always standing alone. There is noone to listen to your thoughts, fearful of the end. How can this be the answer? When will the sun warm your face again? Light breaks all the barriers and at once you feel peace, thoughtless, moments of pure extasy, unexplainable. An easiness to your every motion and movement fills the air. love biulds the hammer to break down these walls of solitude but still how can you be sure you found it? Bold, but terrific bouts of silence in a room with a thousand voices but all you can hear is one. One loving, magnificent creature in the darkness. The one who is full of life, never touched by loneliness, never searching for the right words to speak. Happy, full of joy from the direct touch from you. The sunlight shines through into the vast darkness. The most perfect word, I do falls from your lips. Those lips once unable to speak at all. Those around you hear you speak. "Stop, look, and listen to the one who has found everlasting hope". Nothing, noone will break these ties between the two of you now. No chains are strong enough. No lock too secure to keep these two who are joined, apart. No answer to the meaning of it all is found, but none need be. For your heart pounds hard and your brain clicks the thoughts of genius, for eternity, everlasting. Silence fills the air no longer or ever again. Wedding bells close the doors to solitude. Doves fly over head releasing all the pain that before was bound inside you. Rose pedals fill the air with perfume all their own. All at once there you are standing at the alter before those you love who are crying tears of joy and content because they know you will never be alone again.
Reason for writing:
The most wonderful man in the world crossed my path many
years ago but I didn't see it. Years went passed to find our
paths crossing once more. May first this wonderful man asked
me to marry. I know he will read this and understand it more
than anyone else. He is my only real critic.
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