Scribes of Love Part Three

"Scribes Of Love"
    Part Three



Oh loving man of mine,


I come to you only by the ink of my quill scribing my wander for you. Days continue to crawl minute by minute. I'm afraid my sanity may be lost if I can't feel your breath warm my face and taste thine honey soaked kiss. Some nights I wake myself with sobbing from my dreams filled with fear that I may never grace my eyes upon you again. From a small window in this dark cellar I dwell in. I saw the horizon casting an early sunset, meaning it is nearly Autumn. The toadstools should be growing up under the elms shadow. Oh how my mind does wander lately I've realized. It never sways from our memories we've shared. I tirelessly await a fate I cannot even fathom. I have no recollection of a future that exists without you in it my dearest lover. I know your mind does not stray from me even in the darkest of night. To lie in your limbs of love would surely ease this sadness I feel deep in the chamber of my chest. I heard the sounds of battle getting closer last night. I fear what will happen next in this hour of night. I have no way of counting the days that have passed since I last touched your face or gently pressed my lips upon yours. The thought of it is what gets me through these long and grueling days and nights. I can only imagine a feeling of bliss I would know if I were back in your grasp. The solitude I wear is crushing my heart and fear it may be the death of me one day. Know my tears have cried upon the parchment I write to you on. Sobbing for the return of me to you in our lair and be swelltered by a thousand butterflies kissing my flesh an immoral sin I'm sure. I pray that soon we'll be back together enjoying each other. My ink dwindles soI'll retire for now. I tell you I love you deeper than I ever have my dearest savage heart.


                                        Forever yours,
                                    Slave to your love