I write to you words from heart felt memiors.... waters our bond has crossed but yet abandoned. Late night voyages of your presence in my mind....speaking, Days seeming restless, often breathless from the gasps of realization that your heart has sailed its course. Though separated by the indecencies of experience... I feel your scent, your beauty.... From a distant place, looking down into a crowded arena, I am able to recognize the silk strands of roses laced loosely upon your scalp. Indeed, I seek thee with a watchful eye, longing to capture one last glimpse into the open eye of your soul. Though separated, I am still attached, unable to free myself from wanting what is no more. Love we've shared has enchanted my core... relaxed insecurity to open myself without care for who knows my confusion of you. My desire for you, even in our days of anger and hatred, breathes without shortness..... Of all things present and real, your identity in beauty renders me helpless into worlds of dreams. Possessive I am of you, selfish I often feel in my heart.... I don't want to share.... Jealousy my most committed sin, but with true love am I wrong for feeling such?