Dear Sir,

Tonight the small concerns stomach nicely beneath my bed
Pardon my nerves but you are driving me quite insane
This behavior rearranging my sleep
The enormous beat of my heart
Effortlessly calling your name

And we all know
Gesturing the simple the whole
Love . .

11:25 P.M

About Mari

There is a worn grain embedded in this fabric longing to be read.
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16 Responses to Dear Sir,

  1. Such a sweet message, Mari. I can certainly relate to that experience. How could one not welcome the lunacy of love, dancing passionately beneath the glow of the moon, lips whispering delighted truths? May sleep embrace you and awaken beautiful dreams.

  2. Your words always find a very choice place in many hearts leaving a glow that lasts for days making the thoughts of love more wholesome!

  3. My cat rearranges my sleep. Maybe it’s because she wants food and, for some reason, I love her. Hmmmm.

  4. Original, innocent, tender and filled with love…it was beautiful.
    ~Jae Lei Nyght

  5. This was such a sweet and endearing read. :)

  6. doncarroll says:

    comprende completely on this one:))

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