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The tale of love.


Submitted:Sep 6, 2010    Reads: 40    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Passion.
By: Matty

She sees him from her window,
Every morning among the dusk light,
She lies awake,
Dreaming of the man she sees and loves,

She dreams of the day...
The day he will run to her,
Wrap his arms around her,
Pull her body,against his warm skin,
The day when he leans into her,

She feels their warn breaths mingle together,
As he whispers against her lips,
I love you...
I always have...
Before he presses his lips to hers.....
Deeply.....
Her body melts,
She slowly brings her arms around his neck,
Kissing back with the passion he gave her...

She waits in the garden at dusk,
Reading her favorite novel...
Through the dense fog she sees...
Him...
He's running to her...
He wraps his arms around her,

Tells her; he loves her...
He says he has always admired her,
Although she was up in the window,
He admired the glow of her hair,
The sparkle of her eyes...
Her soft pink chinks...
....everything about her...

He slowly let go of her...
Dropping his arms...
He looked to the ground....
He whispers under his breath...
Choking on tears...
I have someone else.... He says...
He turns...
And slowly walks away....

The pain she feels burns within,
She feels like yelling,
She feels betrayed,
She feels hatred,
She feels like her heart....
Had been slaughtered by war...

Instead...
She runs after him....
She calls his name...
She turns him around...
And kisses him passionately..

When their lips part...
He whispers...I don't understand..
She says...
I have loved you for too long...
To watch you walk away...
Even if you have someone else...
I will always love you....

She wiped his tears softly with her thumb...
He threw the ring that his betrothed...
Had given him...
Far into the distance...

He looked into the eyes,
Of the woman before him...
He whispered....shall we run away...?
He laced his fingers with hers....
Looking deeply into her eyes...

He kissed her cheek and said...
By morning of the next,
I will be back for you...
And we will run away...
He left her that morning....

She sat in her room and waited....
And waited....
And waited....
Finally once that morning sun,
Peeked over the horizon...
She looked for the man...

But she never saw his deep brown eyes...
Or his devilishly dark brown hair....
Or his tall handsom figure....
Instead..
A different man appeared at the door...

The man told her the news...
He gave her the gifts he was supposed to....
He slid the ring on her finger...

Gave her the deepest and most passionate kiss,
.....she slapped him....
Then dropped to the ground before him...
....And cried....

Passionate love is beautiful...
But jealousy....
Can be the killer of it all.... ♥





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