My dearest Jocelyn, It is strange to think I havent seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to the heart, hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Ill next compete in the city of Paris. Ill find it empty and in the winter if youre not there. [With hope. Love should end with hope.] Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you. With all the love that I possess. I remain yours, The Knight of Your Heart. Priceless!
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 06:44:01 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015