To know this barren place as if it was the un-wanted home of my life, terrifies me. I desire nothing more than to know the warmth of a fire, and the kindness of a solid roof. Would these metaphors not ring truth to your ears, do you not see that this for you to hear? I want you to know that without you in my life I feel like I am in that barren grass plain between two mountains, the world around me cold and frozen in the dead of winter. I can not even drink the water to be fulfilled for the river's are frozen. In this place away from you I know no love at all, just the company of the northwest wind day and night. I wish for the shelter of your arms, the kindness of your loving touch. Would it be too much for me to have the warmth of your embrace, or is that for me to have? What permission must I find you so that you may love me as I love you? What must I do to know your heart as you know mine where it freezes in the cool air upon my sleeve? Yes I wear it there in a place so vulnerable so that you may always know and never be confused as to who I am and what I desire. I am an open book that lay upon the table before you, my pages dusty with time, and my words unread and foreign to your eyes. Please hear me now if not ever again, tell me will you, can you ever love me like I need of you, or will I always know this lonely place? Am I foolish to think you might, has the cold of this empty place gotten to my weakened mind? I search by whatever light I am given for a way into your heart, like this wind upon this prairie, I will do all that I can to enter the home of your life.
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