Love

Not easily written about if you have little experience.

My first love.....so long ago,

Friend
Companion
Lover

You left me too soon,
but I never lost my love for you.
15 years it took to come back together and I still remember our love making like it was yesterday.
Passionate, caring, needful.

I regret not returning to you when you asked...
I will always love you.....Always.

My second love......nearly 20 years later.
Hard
Rough
Generous
Sensual
Kind
Compassionate
Caring
Kinky
Misunderstood
Lover

I gave my heart to you without even knowing it.
You will always be the light that shines brightest on me in my darkest hours. An anchor that holds me firm when my resolve fades. Friends told me to run from you. I told them, " You cannot choose who you love, the heart knows what the heart wants."

Craziness
Confusion
Expressive
Passion
Apology
Love

All these things I felt with you.
But among them all,
Love remains the strongest.

You asked me to marry you.
I said Yes.
We could not complete that deal but my feelings remain the same.
You are my heart, my soul
and I will carry you with me till the day I die.

Love.....
Painful
Private
Beautiful
Eternal


EH July 15th, 2011 12:07am on the R train from Manhattan
Location: New York, NY, USA

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