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Mushy and gushy and all that jazz. So happy Valentine's Day, YWS. Hope you haven't eaten lately. Topic Image borrowed from http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/phrase/6 ... cells.html with no infringement intended.
Don't belittle what I tell you because I swear that you're greater
than me, than this town, than all of these wonderland dreams that won't touch reality.
You deserve more than fragrant words and ivory keys; it's the principle
of the matter, the motion behind the pen, the heartbeat inside my fingertips,
and my fingertips beneath your chin that matters in the end.
These words are more than just ink blotches scrawled with good meaning,
more than beauty and love and all the muscles that flex when we kiss.
Your face, darling--it's my sunshine.
The moments will pass while you read this and your lips will curve;
you'll feel the rush of heat to your cheeks. That is the blush of belonging,
the gentle kiss of a night at home writing silly love songs.
I could write about your eyes, like beacons, piercing the
fog with such eager abandon. I could sing about your voice like deep
harp strings, like the roll of a mourning soul.
What all of it means is that you're too brilliant, too fantastic to be
placed inside a glass metaphor; you're too amazing for an artist's dream.
What it all means is that you are loved, and that there's no sense
in concealing that.
