Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Dear my own definition of beauty

Dear my own definition of beauty,


Let me whisper to you in silent, I dreamt of you last night and among the others it’s only you I saw. Even in the world of unconsciousness you mesmerized me, of how real this dream could be. Let me whisper to you in your sleep and let you dream of me, because this is the best way to tell you how I feel without being unrealistic or hurting you. You might not be the last one in this lifetime quest but you’re the one I treasure the most in the way you touch my soul. And dear if I had no courage to say this and you wonder, listen to me in a lonely night of yours and you’ll hear what I whisper to you in silent. There’s no word for it, not even love.

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