Love Letter

My Dearest:

I want to dance with you
in the twilight,
you and I.
I don't care that there
are on lookers,
I don't care if they dance with
us,
I just want to dance with you.

I want to make
sweet nothings on Saturday mornings
for you and I to enjoy on a
warm sunny beach,
With the populous doing what they
do and me enjoying all things about you.

I want to be your confidant
in all you hold as sacred,
I want to know the inner
workings of you.

My Friend,
I never want to have a secret
that can hurt you or I.
A pain so deep that it
scars our souls.
Causing the earth to
tilt sideways on her axis.
Love has evolved into hate.
Tell me your truths and I
shall never judge.
I can only be responsible
for my feelings.

I want to give you
my passion, and you to
give me yours.
Without audience,
just you and I
dancing a secret dance
between, US.

I want to walk with
you, into the golden.
Where our hair turns
silver, and our thoughts grow numb.
The world changes;
before our eyes.
But there is still you,
and I.

I want us to sit in a
street cafe in France
and drink coffee.
Dance in the wind.
Watch the world
go bye;  with you...

All I ask is that you
are open, and that you try.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens