Having Loved and Lost

My story has been told many times, by all the broken hearts, that feel the pain of having loved and lost. A story of longing for a touch or a look that says hey , I need love, I am lonely. will you give me a chance to show you how tender I can be?

Can I kiss your neck with the lips of all the lost loves that never and will never, get this close to a beautiful woman such as you. I only want the chance to hold you close under the stars and make you feel wanted, the same way a little kitten would want it's mother. For love has no barriers, no oceans, nor far off lands, no mountains, so high that you would lose your breath in their height and breadth can stop love.... from reaching from one lonely person, who only wants a thought of laying side by side with your mind and speak words of love while your eyes look deep into his soul.

Is this the story that you want to hear. Will you listen when i tell you that my expression of love was unknown and lifeless until you sent me the first letter, awakening a dying heart that i thought had died from the lack of warmth, from a cold that had enveloped it with it's mighty grip.

A tiny flame that burned deep felt the words you wrote, of friendship and a thought from the highest of high that it would be possible to light the long gone dead spirit of love. If not for the cyber lines of possibility and random chance in life, was your letter sent to me.

Why ?

Was it meant to be ?

Had I given up hope for love to soon?

Would you be the one that would lift my dying heart out of the depths and revive it with just one kiss of your beauty, just the sight of of your loveliness was enough to stop the mightiest man in his tracks, thinking he would have a chance to have your love, to enjoy the heat from your touch, to savor the sweet nectar of your lips.

These are the thoughts that raced through my mind upon the arrival of your letter. The predestined delivery of timing that would save just one soul, from falling into the abyss of eternal sadness.

This is my story that I send to you my sweet.

Now you tell me what will you do with my heart ?

It is in your hands , but do not think that you own it, for if you decide to leave it where you found it. There it will lay until the next letter comes, until the next lonely lass will write, seeking something, or someone that she does not even know exists, a love she is searching for that will be waiting for her, just to give the word of another written letter, that will keep this heart beating with hope, a hope that love will find it.