Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...
Cold tough chiseled rock
yet when cracked a beautiful...
My Scottish Man, come take my hand
And we will run through history...
We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity...
An innocent Fairy?
Or an angel with invisible wings...
I liked it better when
you didn't exist and I could...
Spellbound am I by you--
a frozen sunset...
I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...
The night was warm but the rain was cold
Your eyes the color of obsidian stone...
I've often wondered about gazing into your eyes
whether it'd be the same as I've often dreamt...
A part of you wants to scream.
Wants to say, don't do this again, it's not worth...
Querida amiga,
Gracias por dejarme ser tu amigo...