Written by Lynn Marie Allen
Pitter-patter are the sounds; graceful snowflakes begin their descent, whimsically falling to the ground.
In a world where everyone longs for lives for chatter and connections, I long for the space and time where you and I connect and the time and space where I can put to paper the beautiful medley of our love story begin its dance inside my head.
In a world so fueled by chaos and the storm of self-righteous need, I long for your loving touch, gentle embrace, and the freedom to be entirely me; I spend my hours fueled by our love, needy and all-consuming! You are a cataclysmic storm raging inside my heart. Deep from within my soul, I ache to satisfy the thirst that only you can quench. You are my all!
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