For the first time he sits and he thinks He wants to pen his feelings for her ever so perfect Can he do such a thing by using his mind Or should he do as before and write with his heart He is trying, he is trying To be strong from within Is truly what he knows he can do With the patience of Job he waits for a time A time he knows will come when it is so He is waiting, he is waiting With the care and adoration like none he has heard She speaks from her heart directly to his He hears and feels her going to her home in his heart She caresses and touches his soul with but a whisper He is listening, he is listening From the depths of his soul he reaches for hers To give her his words for only she has the right The right to hold those words and emotions within her body and soul And feel and hear his soul cry out to her throughout the night He is writing, he is writing And with all the love and compassion a soul can summon He writes and he dreams of her as he has no other She completes and fulfills his every need and desire He weeps and he cries with such love and devotion He is loving her, he is loving her So as he ends another message for her soul He wonders how well he has done with his prose Will it satisfy his hunger to show her he cares As long as it touches her he will find comfort in knowing He is trying, he is trying
Reason for writing:
I think the words say why
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