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By Various - Including me. Submitted by firefrost Date: 2001 Jun 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.30.00.00.5816]] |
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My dearest [NAME], My sweet little pumpkin, you don't know how much you've meant to me, and though we have only known each other for a short while, our times together have been so precious to me.... Dearest honey bunch, you have an essence that traps my soul. No matter how hard I try, I can't avoid it. I want to run, to hide from your charms, your wit. But you have captured my very spirit and entranced it so that I want so much to lose myself in the paradise of your arms.... Though I've known you, Sweet Snickle Puss, but for an instant, it has meant an eternity of joy to me.... Mon Petite Chou, canst thou not look upon me in fair light, and accept my warm embrace...? If only to save a soul from the torturous rigor of emptiness, perchance? My Darling Squidgy Face, my undying love for you is beyond expression. It is beyond the glorious euphoria of the True Love in fairy tales.... It is beyond the dramatic portrayal of selflessness in epic fantasy. It is humbled by depiction in those movies, where the handsome prince and beautiful princess come together at the end, for that one screen-filling, ticket-selling, heart-thumping kiss. [Name]ipoo, my sweetie cakes, can you not see? Can you not hear? Can you not know the burning I feel within me, every time your presence graces mine eyes...? Even the sound of your name works my soul into blissful ecstasy. Princess of my life, joy of my heart; how I long for you day and night! Smile of my face, queen of my dreams...tears of my eyes.... Beloved, when thy [YOUR FIRST NAME] dies, Close thou up thy poet's eyes: And his last breath, let it be Taken in by none but Thee. You are the butter of my toast. The peanut butter of my jelly. The icing of my cake. The milk of my corn flakes. The apples of my pie. The cheese of my omelette. Alas, but my very existence would lack purpose, if your loving embrace were lost to me. DNA of my system...white cells of my blood. My Little Dumpling, you are the very life upon which I stand. You are the keyboard of my computer. The one of my prime numbers. And surely the most, the very inspiration behind my poetry. To make a final conquest of all of me -- Love did compose so Sweet an enemy; That while you with your eyes, my heart does bind; You with your voice, do captivate my mind. [NAME]iwoo, when I first laid eyes upon Thee, I knew at once we were destined to be together.... Honey...baby...darling...sweetheart life-of-my-life, light-of-my-eyes. Can a single soul comprehend the fiery beating of my heart when you are near...? Oh, how my spirit staggers, overwhelmed by the heavenly aura that surrounds you...which none could ever blemish. If I could rearrange the alphabet...I'd surely put U and I together.... Hunchy Buns...wouldst thou ever accept me into your arms? Ah, but what a sweet song my heart would make, if only given a single moment to rest in your warm embrace. How I long for you to possess my soul! No better paradise could exist outside of your presence. Sweetie Cakes...Snookie Wookums...oh how gushy my heart feels when thoughts of you enter my head...! Oh how I cling to them, day and night, to lean on...to get me through each and every day. For you, I would gladly die...yet also for you, I would gladly live. Bid me to live, and I will live, Sadly, though it be: But bid me love, and I will give, A loving heart to Thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I give to Thee. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honor Thy decree: or bid it languish quite away, And that it'd do for Thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, While I have eyes to see: And having non, yet I will keep A heart to weep for Thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Under that Cypress tree: Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en Death, to die for Thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for Thee. And were this not all.... Oh, but your father must have been a thief! He stole the stars from the skies, and put them in your eyes.... My undying love is purest beauty...that which nature could not possibly understand. My sweet little boopsie...sweet little pot pie.... The very essence of my being revolves around you. I try and try to think of yet more ways of serving you...to make you happy.... Seeking not for myself, but solely for you. Would I not give a thousand times, were I able to offer comfort or peace! Darling Thunder Tongue...your beauty is beyond description. It overpowers my soul, so that I am no longer able to function. Even what I express to you now must be done through email, for in person, my heart would become too overwhelmed.... My mind would stammer, and my blood run fast. Bitsy Pookums...what I would not give to spend an eternity beside you.... To hear the sound of your voice; to feel your gentle touch. Poopsie whoopsie, puddly wuddly snuggly cutie schnookums sugar cakes with a sweetie honey woney kissie wissie on top...I love you. I love you with an insurpassable passion.... How long, Love Muffin, wilt thou see Me languish for the love of Thee? Consent and play a friendly part To save; when thou may'st kill a heart. 'Tis Ev'ning, my Sweet, and dark; let us meet -- Give me one kiss, and no more; If so be, this makes you poor; To enrich you, I'll restore, For that one, two thousand score.... And shouldst thou ask me, Dear, wherefore, I do write of Thee no more: I must answer, Sweet, thy part-- Less is here...than in my heart. Yours forever and a day, [Your name Here] |