Her eyes reflect upon mine like the clear blue waters of the ocean, so fair, and so calm... thine voice, so clear and soothing to the ears of man that birds would fly and fish would swim, and the sun would shine all in her name. And thine hands....
The hands of thee so fair...
How such delicate time must have poured through the hourglass of life from the night sky itself, and from the soft patches of grass within the gentle earth...
Thine hands are like the touch of clear cool water upon my face...
Oh so rejuvenating, and to kiss those hands would be to soar into the heavens within the clouds and fall...
As gentle rain...
As gentle snow...
As fair and healing as the rays of the sun itself. And thine smile...
The smile of thee be so cleansing of the soul, enough to bring the color back to faces of so many…
To raise the courage of the cowardly, and to bring faith to those with little hope. So bright and so invigorating as it rests between ruby lips…thou could be no more beautiful than the blooming buds of roses that call for one to pick, but alas…
None can pick that rose for only one would be able to evade the thorns that draw blood from the unsuspecting fingers of a fool wishing for what he has naught.
To take in her embrace with gentle kiss, would be to feel the gentle wind amongst one’s face like the unfeeling hands of lost spirits attempting to guide you to the world before you, to dance with the fire in it’s constant rhythm as it slowly waltzes into the night as a spectacle for the neighboring stars, to take in the cooling tears of rain that descend from the heavens like marvelous dreams to so few during their slumber when the sun sleeps, and the moon stands as it’s sentry, and to at last, feel to be one with the Earth as it guards it’s domain from the unseeing eyes of the few that wish to seek it.
For I love, I have found true bliss as it holds me and rises me to the higher grounds of my heart, and the limitless beyond. For I love one, and only one, as the wind, fire, water, and earth carve her name into my mind…and as I walk the traveling winds blow beside me like faithful hounds repeating the name over and over…reminding me to never forget, to never hate, and to never refuse thine dreams within the sanctity of my mind. They whisper in a never ending melody, down a never ending path, towards a brighter future brimming with endless possibilities.
They whisper…Xenia.
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