The Gift :: prev :: next :: All I've thought about from the moment my blurry eyes left sleep's veil is being with you. As I extended my hand towards you minutes prior to walking away my eyes were wet. Only my inescapable sense of duty gave my legs motion and sent me lonely into the cold, dark morning. To lend rapidity to the day I thought of telling you, of giving a voice to my heart when again are we together. Yet I thought again, days pass, moments flee, memories are like spring snow. So better it would be if I were to make a record, to provide lasting testament to my unyielding passion and unwavering desire to be always with you. And further to make pictures in your mind; to tell you that my thoughts, my excitement of returning to you are no less than the thoughts of a child in the first days of school following the new year thinking about returning home to a beloved gift given at Christmas-time. For although there is no anniversary no birthday no monumental occasion or event this night should be marked, for it will be you and I and you and little else can so fill my heart with joy. © 2006 (27 october) john r. chase
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