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12.13.12
I read a book once about
a beekeeper who
spoke to the bees
with her thoughts,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you."
and so I decided
to do the same.
Please do not
misinterpret me,
I do not wish to
trap you with my love,
I do not cry out,
"Love me. Love me.
Love me. Love
me."
In fact, I do not
want your love at all
if it is not
all-consuming and
desperate to reach me
as if it were a plant
thirsty for the sun,
but do not be surprised
if I close my eyes
and chant silently,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you."
and you start to feel
that you are someone
wonderful and cherished,
as you should.
I read a book once about
a beekeeper who
spoke to the bees
with her thoughts,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you."
and so I decided
to do the same.
Please do not
misinterpret me,
I do not wish to
trap you with my love,
I do not cry out,
"Love me. Love me.
Love me. Love
me."
In fact, I do not
want your love at all
if it is not
all-consuming and
desperate to reach me
as if it were a plant
thirsty for the sun,
but do not be surprised
if I close my eyes
and chant silently,
"I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you."
and you start to feel
that you are someone
wonderful and cherished,
as you should.
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when i love, i love with my whole heart and then some. and one day, i will find that love. that desperate-to-reach-me love. the fumbled words and that adoring gaze.
i am not unworthy of that.
that's an incredibly hard lesson to learn.
i am not unworthy of that.
that's an incredibly hard lesson to learn.
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I sometimes feel the same. If it were not strange to kiss a stranger on the lips I would surely kiss you twice.