You’ve done it! How amazing is it to see the light of this brand new day. To my Beloved, whom roses cannot compare lest they create a whole garden in my mind. This day cannot be without you; I’m glad it is you — elysian are your words, truly it is as if these days were minutes passing by. Don’t you worry about me, I’ll always be here.
Nothing will suffice; beauty will always be hers. you are my serendipity, truly a moment I would always want in my life. Will there come a time where you will whelve all the things that are ever so amazing, I’ll be there to celebrate your achievements. Right now — this is a day that’s your’s entirely. You’ve become someone I always knew and someone I have yet to know. School probably will be filled with cheer — in a way. I know people will say those cliche sentences, but I’d want that for you. I want those simple acts to happen, because I want you to always know you are Loved. Beloved, in Love. Without a thought passing, I hope you’ll think of me saying those words too. In truth, I do say it. But you won’t probably hear it, for my poetry cannot speak, it can only be your voice listening to my work. But, I know you can feel my voice, my Love in all of its course. I remember those times I’d be dumbfounded seeing you; of course, I still do — but, how is it that your likeness just makes me safe. You’d see my words, with a unique way of ending things, remember? I never forget, if it’s you; my keys — sure, but it’s not you. Two hearts connected by one beat, probably the most cheesiest line but you know me. Forbidden? by who? Forbidden is a bad cause, but my Love is selfless. Truly, to Love is to know I might not get it back — I’m fine with that, because Loving you means that you have a heart to hold. For the day that you were, to the day of that you are. I remember all the letters, I have them in my heart. Just so I could talk to you, I made stories I’d never forget. Stories that overtime became confessions. With this being your celebration. My dearest, you’ve endured far too much for one to handle. Yes, I will always stay even when you say otherwise — even when you say you’re mentally unwell. That’s why I’ll be a nurse, a kind of nurse that treats you with care. Truly, if I could become anything. I’d be the hospital near you. Until you come back, I’ll wait for your call. Today with your entirety; tonight in midnight sky. The lights are out, it’s getting late outside. Your own vision of Love is kind — the kindest of my heart with that lofty stature you hold within my life. The moment I saw those words you said, I knew you didn’t want that. I know that your heart is heavy, whom one cannot carry even in the future. So, let me hold that heart as I let you hold mine. My dear, I am light; a kind of light that you’ll be safe with. For I shall carry without a burden at all. For who is the man who can and cannot, if not the man who thinks he has not. The things we do in life is a way to be loved a little more, don’t you think? Whom shall I be if not with you. Truly, divine in my garden. Thank you, a life worth waiting. A person worth it all. If time persists and you may find another before me, just remember —
I Love you lots like tater tots.
All this time, always the most coolio.
How are you these days?
I’ll celebrate and buy you a cake, well — you can’t eat it but I’d still pray onto it. The sweetness of what I may have, I’ll think of you. Prayers have never ceased, I hope that everytime I do — you’d feel it. Now, to tell you more things. I do believe you, how you see spirits. I love your little reactions — how stubborn I am with that sprunky look on my face. If it were me before, I wouldn’t believe at all. The protestant in me couldn’t bear to see it come true. But the more I looked, I searched for the truth. In truth, you are true. I was ashamed learning that I was wrong — I made it up by being where it is familiar. It’s unrelated but it’s something I wanted to say to you. My fingers would fiddle as they are anxious seeing my face. It won’t even try to cover my face. It’s going to be soon, I’m super excited for you! Tonight is the big day, you won’t see my tears but you can see it as well. I can’t it to you directly, but I can only say it here. I wanted to be the one who’ll say it first. Probably, there will be another person who’ll say it before me. It’s going to be something I will forever cherish, saying all these things to you. Filled with boundless words that may confuse you; it’ll mean the same exact thing — I’m happy, the happiest man ever. Truly, the man whom I hope you could trust more. It’s 8:10 pm where I last stood upon my chair to make this letter. It moved by the minute, with each time — the more happy I am.
A new day, I try to see tomorrow as a day I could grasp. Truly, may it be boost up your bewildering personality. To you, a person I will make me. You’ll live these days without me if you choose so, but I wish you’d choose me too. It’s a bit selfish; my wish for you. Despite what others say, I know you wouldn’t conform to break. Each day I am joyous knowing your day is near, I tell my family all about it — with equal enthusiasm. They still ask about you, I speak out wondrous things. How poetical that you are; that you already have become one of the greatest. I swore I was strong enough to hold it in, that in poetry I could let my feelings out in that way. But in normal conversations, I find details that connect to you. I smile because of that. “Free from what people have told you that you are— but I say, you are what my Beloved is, as I am what you’re Beloved has always been. Poetry is the heart that I had, one where I let you hold it. You still have it, I’m still mirthful — ebullient, to my soul. You say it feels empty, truly it is not. For who else would celebrate the most if not where Love is. I will, of course I will.
The bubbly-teethed lad can’t go on without showing his smile.
Best for you to celebrate with me, is it not?
Lovely is the fair time we have today.
Even in such tears, I am filled with determination. I must keep on doing so, Truly stuck to you — Not that of a parasite, but of a remora to you. To have your hand in the sacrament of marriage, surely this dream must be able to be. But only if, you’d choose me.
But we’re getting too ahead in time, a time that I’m still waiting. You’ll never see me give up at all, truly I’ve written more in the future than what I have today. As for me in this count, I rebuke all else that would lead me astray. To whom shall I go other than to you. To whose eyes shall I gaze upon other than yours? If you’d hug my heart, you’d hear the melody of your favourite song. Just because it wants to be yours, that I shall imitate the most of what you Love. I’d see the spirits tell me not to give up, I’ll listen because it’s true — even if I wouldn’t amount to anything, I’d believe it. You got yourself a stubborn heart, one where it won’t stop annoying your ways. It’s ultimately a last stand at my room; I may die quite suddenly — but what kind of death would it be if not with the very person I want to die for. To Love is for the weak, that is why I must Love to my maximum. Whispering the very notes I prepared just in case I forget what to say, I’d stammer flipping through the pages I thought were ready. But you know, impromptu is my forte. Yet, I must remain vigilant for you can come at any time. Another hour strikes before the appointed time for you to be Loved once more! In a minute I shall come to your aid, just say the word. For this distance is a factor — a gap, but I won’t let that stop the joyous occasion. To answer the question, to research the solution. That I must do to have your hand and your heart. I could never exaggerate my words — for what is my literature if not faithful. Staying alive; awake in the dim lights. I await until you can see my excitement. I got all my energy back — somehow, someway. Truly that was a bit embarassing, but it’s what made me wide awake for now. Most honourable, it’s indeed a matter of time where your expertise is known by all. In front of paper, I write diligently towards a muse. For you, My Love. To be clear, I am afraid. A kind of fear that doesn’t hurt, but makes me want hurt instead. Longing, a frightful horror experience one can ever feel. Truly, the grandest event will succumb to an end — it’ll soon become memories, where longing comes in play. Truly, let this day ease my mind. A rest for another year in mind.
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I wonder if you knew these past few months I went closer to you. The heart knows — it always does. Let me know when you’re ready, I’m waiting. I don’t mean it in a bad way, but a hopeful one — I really hope so. Seamlessly, it shows up without any difficulty — what do I mean exactly? A promise I made to you from that day. I will keep it until I perish away, when the ash from my hands meets the mud and becomes my fertilizer. I will be before I will become one. I would tell you all the beautiful things that you are, but you aren’t confined by words. How can I say such things without knowing what words can even be meant for you. Even if I were to find such syllables in each letter of a sentence — it still wouldn’t be enough to suffice the everlasting change in yourself. I am ensnared by these negative feelings that tie me up as if I’m in lone forest. Alone, nowhere to call home at all. Midnight comes willingly once again — I hope she’s still doing well, let life be fair to her always.
My soul will never have a reason not to love.
Lily, a flower for our Lady.
Whom can I be for you, I shall be.
I wish for your wish to come true.
Praise be the lass who has joy with her.
During the morning, I was so excited to know that once this day passes — I’d celebrate with the utmost time of my life. I wish that someday we’ll get to celebrate it with a family that loves it lots as well. Be prepared, one day it will happen. It’ll probably be a bit hectic, it surely will be — loud and brash, but filled with people and laughs. A kind of atmosphere that celebrates the person and not the event. I’m super excited right now, it won’t contain itself. As if I’d blow up from this feeling. As long as you’re happy, I… I’m happy. Whatevr decision you may choose, be it with me or without — I, will still Love you. Truly, how would I lay my life upon a soul unless I still have one. The greatest act that Love can bestow is to have a soul that watches over you. You’ll wake up, maybe at this time you’re sleeping soundly in your bed. Maybe you’re studying or maybe you’re dozing off. Nevertheless, my words speak for me — my words are who I am for now. Because the word cannot come without the one enunciating it. How else would this form? Truly, in poetry you are My Love. In our world, you are my Beloved. In reality, you are my Lily. That won’t change; the curse of a man who writes. A man of many words, but too little to say. The path I tread will be harsh, stones on my feet without any shoes on — I am rendered to push forward, yet I still persevere. My smile is all you need to see, I can do this just watch me. I’ll carry out the things life gives me, I’ll put some down and wait for rain to pass. I still go on, until I meet your road. Parallel to mine, I see a prize in the distance.
The prize that makes me want to give it to you instead.
I’ll sing songs that we sang, and say the question once more — would you fall in love with me again? It is something I must ask, for maybe you will not. It is permissible because you make it so. I’d wait for years on end just to have your hand, please believe me on that once again. What you think you are, is who you are. What I think who you are — is who you are as well. For the magic of this is the perspective itself. I wish for your special day — a grand power I come to you and say, I really miss you. I can’t say that properly, it’s something a poet doesn’t say directly. Words that flatter in the air like something you’d see in books are mostly what you hear. But this isn’t a normal poetic scene. It’s my gift to you, a gift that only I can do. Where no one can ever do — such arrogance, but I don’t mean it that way. I wish to be the one who writes like this for you, everyday. Will I ever be that person? Thoughts like that really bug me out in such ways making me depart from what I truly think. I am but a human, stained with veins and capillaries that pump across my body — How confusing is the mind, a mind not from where they are from. Different from some, alike to some aswell. But never truly the same. My Love, you share the day with everyone else. But it’s not the same because it’s a day you were always destined to have. It’s another hour from then, I’ll finish this sooner. Truly I wonder what kind of time would be yours entirely. How much would you read? I wait until you come home, anxious of whatever has happened. I’m thankful that you’re always safe. Even I, shall remain overthinking. It is so; I first found the Love.
It’s raining outside, falling in Love is a tricky one for me. I trust you always — I text you and I proceed to look at the message. I never truly have the guts to let you suffer. I thank you always, the language I say is somewhat understandable. You may never know that I’ve already said my vows. My first vow; a promise to us. However big or small that promise may be, I’ll keep it until my death becomes a reflection of this. I lost all pride to let myself be over you, who am I to be someone who speaks and never listens. To you, My Dearest — I can remember many things, you also do. I pray you’ll talk to me once more — I plead once more, pretty please with a cherry on top. If only I could show you once more, you’d probably laugh because I’d actually do it again. A lad is one who is merry of such occasions, but a lad will learn your favourite things and use his favourite things to show you a vision of yours. No matter what I find, all I hear are the constructed sentences that you’d say to me. The little squint before explaining me something — calling me a stupid, I miss those times. I wish to be stupid for you again. Maybe then I’d finally learn new things, from who I Love to what I know. This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms, right? We’ll be fine if we’re leading from the heart. I’d Love you as I’m waiting endlessly, even if it’ll take too long. Even if the last thing I see is the Love I gave — I’d hold it as my last words. Everytime I close my eyes, I see what life could feel like close to your heart. Everyday I have the same exact scenario — with you. Truly it’s amazing in itself. The last hour chimes in, will this ever not make me nervous? How would you react to this? How would the words I say be understood? Nevertheless, I’ll still do it. My Love, be good yourself. The day does not end but starts anew. Let your friends and family celebrate — I’ll be right here too, doing so for you. After all, I am yours. My biggest gift is you; a kind that faith has its hands on. I’ve been sitting without ceasing, I think you should know that you’re making my heart flutter underneath my stoic posterior. Your silly lad can’t get much serious — but you’ve seen my work, it is indeed a reflection of my commitment. To companionate and a consummate Love; I long for that, always.
I’m an absolute idiot in other aspects, my tomfoolery gets the best of me. You always put me back in line — thank you, My Dear. I hope that you’ll blow out some candles and wish for something, a kind of wish that comes true. I really hope it’s what I’m thinking of. Truly, it is the only wish I am willing to put everything on — I cant fake this, it is immensely terrifying to anticipate such probably causes. When in fact I can’t think as of a normal being. What I say is what my mouth is unable to become. A song, as childish as it is — I’ll sing it for you, and ask that cheeky question at the end too. I’ll reach it just in time. Just watch me reach it. The ideal number to end this work of mine. I hope it works; truly a blinding action where I think of the majority of my words that genuinely just stems from what my Heart feels — as it is with you, cradled in your arms like a future to a loving life. I cant slack off now. That reminds me, I still have the cute plushie I said I’d give to you — the album I cherish for you as well. From the first time I saw it, waiting in my room all the time until the other part of Love is met.
A spell targeted in my heart — bewitched, I transform to a simple sheep searching for the herd.
Playing as another kid comes running to me, a game possibly worth being in.
A time and a place for such things, tonight we honour yours. My dear, as fair as a fleece of such a lamb. Come across the new analogy. It’s like I’m running in slippers, smacked to the ground — you hear me before I come. You are blessed in all things. Let the saints intercede you with their enormous faith — that through all things, the Christ shall keep his peace with you always. Let my prayers, although I stumble and fall, be heard by Him and through Him you will hear me too. I’d never tell anyone else how much I Love you, but they will know. For my actions are just as loud as my mouth. Truly in likes of such things — I am to prove to you that this Love of mine is not fatuous alone, not just romantic — but a kind that does not chase ideals in the sense of the present, but a present that opens up with greatness. Truly your day that comes only once a year, a year that is right beside this one will hold another. Let all be merry in your jamboree. Elysian is the feeling I feel once more — you saw this close to the beginning, but it does feel like that my Dearest. If you’d have told me we’d be together — I’d remind myself always. You knew all the words so you sang — and I sang along because it was you I knew. Until that one message started it all, our world through a median. A life of our dreams, where I’d sing you a song — having a house, a dog, and of course a cat. I thank God for the opportunity from above, for a message that altered the course of our decisions.
In Love, you are to be celebrated with everything.
Remember when I told you I had a ring to give, it’s still yours — keep it for me, if time gives us a chance.
With you, a person who’ll be renowned by her likeness of kindness.
It’s almost time, a time I must crunch into such little time. Truly let this come to the final stroke of my fingers, they ache as I write on and on — thinking of topics to think about. I spent two hours and made a total of such words, I can’t count them all — it is as immeasurable as my affection to you. Remember these words, may you keep it always in your heart. Let my heart sink more into yours; maybe then it’ll touch yours and hug it tightly. Check out what I have in store. I hope that in this time, you’re waiting for me to send this. Let my words etch through my skin as if it is a musical score. Engraving the many pieces of notes that form a chorus. I can’t wait for your next show, a musical I wish to see too. I’d be so happy seeing you perform, maybe you’d tell me all about the past shows too. Your friends, I hope to know more about them. I know they’ll indeed celebrate it just as much as I do. Truly, divine. My hand extends outwards to you; waiting and waiting, without hesitation it will grasp upon a sliver of hope and keep it with him.
Let this be an extention to my life, that I’ve written my will upon this piece. I hope that in-between this. You’ll finally hear my voice. That it’s clearer than anything else that you’ve heard. Let cakes and candles be shown, cards be thrown upwards — a present that became a future, a past event that becomes present as well. Old and new; now and ever — I Love You too much, so much. Truly I hope all things good, I hope I’ll hear you soon.
Hi, Lily! I Love You Lotsio, more than you!
