Coloured in red, with my blood..

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Dearest Rose,

I do not want to repeat the stupidity of comparing your beauty with the diminutive objects like the brightness of the sun, calmness of the moon, music of the wind or softness of a feather, as all the lovers have been doing for centuries. But, you are above all these and from nail to hair incomparable with anything other than my love. At times when my romance gives way to rational thoughts, I used to think this way. Is it because you are the most beautiful person that I love you? Is it just because I couldn't find anyone better than you that I love you? No, it is not that way; when passion kindles romance towards you in some unknown corners of my mind, I realise that a flower has no existence if not attached to the stem, waves do not exist if there is no sea, and the same way, I may have no existence if you are not there.

It is true to say that love is a burning candle and lovers are bees flying around the flame to embrace it, but only to burn their wings. The passionate sparks of our love burn the wings of my emotions and also ignite my ambitions to be united with you till death. A hundred years back Elizabeth Barrett Browning put it in this way, "I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life.." And my imaginations deceit me to find better words to speak up my love towards you, and after all it is true with love that when tongue stops speaking heart will proclaim it.

My heart beats, eye blinks, breathing... everything and everything is excited expression of my love. I wish to be the jingle of your bangles, so that you may think of me whenever your bangles sing. I wish to be a naughty breeze that tickles your lovely hairs, so that I can find my way to you whenever I feel to do so. I even wish to be the pulse of your heart, so that I can be with you forever and ever.

If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating with mine, knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you.

I can write thousand words to tell you that I love you, and I can also include the emotion of all the thousand words in just three words 'I Love You'. I do opt the later, knowing that you will read out these three words all the romance embedded in my heart and hope you to feel the same for me.

Yours forever,

Clint Thomas