Letters to Dandelion Read Free Page A

now.
     
    You have been in my heart since the beginning of time.
     
    My time at least.
    However long that has been.
     
    I may have been thrown to the Lions, just for looking your
way.
    I may have been the Soldier, who hugged the arrow into my
heart serving as your shield,
    for that pain was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to
not having you.
    Oh Death’s sting I gladly drank, the sword was a tickle, for
I would die for you
    right now, in this day and age.
     
    I may have been the slave which bore your gondola on my
crooked, beaten back,
    or the Master, who adored you from afar, but chance I often
lacked.
     
    I could have been the General, who after decades of war,
    came home to find you long gone.
     
    Or the Minstrel, who without your beauty,
    had completely lost his song.
     
    All I know, is my history with you is long. Very long,
    For time after time, I stretched out my hand only to grasp
    the nervous, cold air intended to be your touch.
     
    I love you so much.
    I was created to find
you.
    I am destined to
search for you,
    I was born to live
for you,
    And I will Die;
     Again and Again.
    Time after Time.
    Until you are finally mine. 

Please allow me a chance ?
    he practiced, as he whispered
    in the dark.
     
    Please allow me a chance ?
    those words came, bubbling
    up from within his heart.
     
    They were the default.
    The words that fills his
    soul, every time he sees
    her face, and hears her
voice, and touches her
    skin, and tastes her beauty,
and smells her aroma -
from all five senses, he
knows that it is her only.
     
    A chance is all he could
    ever hope for. Just like any
    dream. Only, she was now
    the biggest part of it, and
    the most real, the best to
    experience, like a seductive,
    placid haze in a drug trip,
    the greatest anticipated
    Christmas gift of all, or
just a breath of fresh air,
blown over the face of
someone who has not loved
in a long time. 
     
    He realizes that a chance
    with her is all he needs.
Because a whole new
    world in his heart would
    open, and a river of trust,
    happiness and love, could
    flow into a mind of
    dedication, in order to
    build a solid foundation
    for a supportive life for
    them both.
     
    He tells her he loves her, 
    but he wonders if she hears it?
    He wonders if he says it correctly.
    Or if his heart is engaged?
    If she can feel his anticipation
    when he has not seen her in
    a while, or the fear, of which
    there is not much other than,
    to affect him, when he feels
    he won’t see her again.
     
    Does he say it correctly?
     
    It’s not just about words,
    actions are always louder,
    but words are an action
    and a place of beginning,
    towards reasoning.
     
    So many thoughts come to
    mind. About what things
    could be like, if he could
    see her every day, and enjoy
    her company and just be
    happily in love with her.
     
    Seems like that’s the dream
    that many speak of, and
    spend a large amount of
    time, seeking to find.
     
    Please allow me a chance ?
    Is what he’s saying,
    But, what he really means is …
    Please allow me to open a door,
    for me to truly love you, and
    for you to know me, and for
    us to trust each other, and
    for our lives to come together?
     
    Please allow me a chance ?
    To win your heart,
    and to ease your mind,
    to calm your fears,
    and sooth your pains,
    to build your esteem,
    and to make you smile,
    to kiss you every day,
    to hold your hand,
    to dream with you,
    to stand with you,
    to fight your battles,
    to make your dreams
come true, to make my
dreams come true,
to make our dreams
    come true,
     
    All just by loving you.
     
    like what you did
    for me – because
    meeting you,  loving
    you – experiencing you
    has been out of my dreams.
     
    And it is a dream I
    fear against, and hope
    towards never ending.
     
    As you can tell,
    this also is no poem,
    it’s real words,
from a real heart,
with a real dream,
    and a real love,
that’s all just for you,
    my beautiful
    Dandelion.
     
    Please allow me a chance ?
     
    I love you so