Love is..Angel of my heart...

by Santosh Menon   Jun 24, 2007


This is for you....From me....
Dear Angel of my heart...forever deep inside...I feel your presence all the time...at day and at night..I think of you as I walk..as I talk and when I laugh..I cry for you when I am alone and pine for you when I am not..I dream of you when I sleep..and when i am awake.
I write for you..and read with you...I eat so I can tell you that I did..I drink cause I am not able to tell you all i want to tell.
..My Thoughts of you beat faster in my heart than does my heart and its beats..
In this state my being torments that I am so enslaved by you....and yet
I distress knowing you cant deny making me yours forever..
And still I insist you even leave your god for me.And suggest you grant me even the rights to talk to you, as and when i seek or please..and chide you even for forgetting to send me your day to day plans..just because I would so happily have made them my own.
..I demand always too much even though just simple down to earth details that tell me the tale of your day to day living..as if those silly details may actually help me live too and survive too..And thereby realizing my own fallibility
I tear myself away from the enslavement that i have created for myself in my head and heart and move on to other things that may never bring to me the sheer pleasure of your love.
..its heady moments and unbridled joy..its caring and its depth..but god willing and with your wishes,
I shall find another slave,like myself,who shares my life,without regard for any other god or any other being,and grants me time every time and always.
Infact,whenever i seek and desire. And share willingly first with me all that i shall so unfairly and selfishly seek.
Dear Angel of my heart. In releasing myself,I release you from all my meanness, all my slavish desires,all my selfish expectations....and pray that you will forgive me all of those.
.Your gifts have been too many that I cant say enough thank yous..My mistakes too many for me to even begin to say enough sorry's...
But I more than loved you I was truly enslaved...And that can be for those willing..sheer happiness and for others a sheer pain....And pain is what I cause you now...as you read.And that pain,I would willingly take away,ONLY if you were to be mine,in enslavement,for all its worth or NOT worth.But that choice,I guess you have already made...And now I shall not insist.......Dear Angel of my heart...

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