Her phone is ringing. She answers. He says... I'm reading you this love letter because I don't know how to say that your spirit is penetrating mine to the point that mine has lost it's way. Don't know what to do with this feeling that invades my psyche too sweetly That image of you is a constant mirage of what I desire, but can't have completely. I see my essence in your eyes, I feel the rapture in your touch I hear a symphony in your voice The taste of those lips is too much. I can wait to have you darling, But this ache has taken me whole You are the muse of my poetry And lady you have consumed my soul. She says.... Words escape me as well, phrases cannot possibly convey how I am drawn to you, or why I always feel this way. Your feelings have spun a web around my heart, ensnaring love's core and after hearing the words you speak you have captured me all the more. Your flow weighs heavy on my mind, like the weight of all sonnets ever written, like the force of gravity within us driving us together, smitten. Oh, to absorb all of you into me so we could possibly merge into we. I speak sincerely unto thee, Go passionately words, I set you free. Caught in the heat of passion, these two. Cut. That's a wrap.