I can't stop the pen from dancing when it recognizes the tune of my heart.

The sun kisses my cheeks and the moon whispers to me the philosophies of the stars, the inquiries of mockingbirds, and the bedtime stories of the katydids...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Anam Cara

I could ask for the moon and be disappointed with her brilliance.
I could reach for the sun, and find it too inconstant upon which I could rely.
I might dabble amongst the stars and come away feeling lonely at their insincerity;
but never in my life have I ever found anyone like you, with whom I hope to always share everything.
I love you more than the moon loves her blanketed evening sky.
I love you more than the sun loves his summer days.
I love you more than the stars love the children who wish upon them,
for never have I found anyone who fills my soul as you.

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