To My Fair Maiden

I cannot deny it anymore. I am only entrapping myself in an abyss of denial. I have longed to gaze into your beautiful eyes and tell you how I truly feel. Your radiant beauty has encased me in a cocoon of astonishment. Your scent is of freshly picked roses on a cool crisp morning that sends tingling sensations down my spine. Your mere footsteps unleash a constant pulsating inside myself. But alas, it is my heart beating faster as you pass by, and give off a wondrous light that could fill the darkest of my corners.

If there were only a captivating and miraculous word that could even reflect it's definition to the magnificence of you. I would say it... But maybe... Perhaps... We were never meant to be. Have I only become infatuated with you? Or maybe love has played itself upon me and has cornered me and entranced me like you have. This can't be heaven, for heaven isn't any place with you.

So fair is the day, and marvelous the night. But they dare not compare themselves with you, as they are time. Mine is gone, with the excruciating pain of this letters final touch, with the parting of my secret feelings for you. Perhaps though, it has taken it's toll and allowed me to reach out to you. Allow me to speak to you through this ink and onto this paper which was once a beautiful tree. Just as my words are, the tree is strong.

You are nearly unattainable, which is why I hide behind words, and to show you how I feel in unique ways. It's the only way you could read my soul. I am a man of mystery, so think of this ode as an adventure. But this is all a disguise. I am the man of your dreams, masquerading as your friend. It's a desert without you and the loneliness hits and lasts for days.

Listen carefully to the message between the lines. Maybe someday the secret will unwind. I have, because of you, become something completely different. Whether you choose to believe these words or to evade, just know. Wherever you need to go, let me be your compass. Whatever you do, allow me to believe in you. And whatever is to become of us, whatever is left of me... I'm yours.