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The Nature of Weatherly

You don't have to love me, or even like me to know that I never quite learnt how to be prim & proper and what you see, is what you get.  
   
There is no pretense about who I am, and what I am as I am a woman that gravitated towards the passion I once found within the depths of your heart & soul, through peering into your eyes.  
   
Beguiled.
 
When I try to measure the gravity of your impact, I'm left unable to fathom the concept of you, and all your entirety, and the notion that amore vincit omnia becomes more apparent as I can't seem to fathom the loss of you, should we ever have to part by circumstance.    
   
I'm not concerned with politics and rhetoric as I find comfort in your literature, and deciphering your undertones and the beauty of musing upon you, is akin to swirling upon the textures and shades of watercolors that have no name.  
   
Within you are capillaries that threaded me to you, until we became integrated in the notion that we couldn't bare to stand the realisation of separation as the years have firmly rooted us, to one another.  
   
I am persuaded by the possibility of when & how, as the probability of our hands touching, keeps me tethered to the way I feel about you.  
   
Somehow, we survived the past and I can't help but see you in the frame of all my tomorrows, unified and flowing, like a river merging into one stream as we divest from the impact that ego might have should we not rise above that modus operandi.    
   
I could let go but why would I want to when I know that we intersected on a much deeper plane, and for a moment, we became bound to one another as battalions collided in protest at such a collision as fantasy became reality, graced with precious feelings that linger from dusk to dawn, and beyond.  
   
Words, seem insignificant when I crave the imprint of your hand upon my flesh as I inhale the warmth within your breath as your fingers are trailing the goosebumps in which you've mastered the art of conjuring by touching me, without touching at all.    
   
I love you, and that's all I know as I bare the storms that leave me bewildered.
Written by shadow_starzzz
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