My Siren… it was a sultry and unsettled sleep and my dreams were drenched in the memory of us together this last night. I love you… May you never tire of hearing it. I hope that my every word, every action, every breath tells you that this is my unsheathed truth… shining sharp. I am sometimes overwhelmed by the depth of what you have come to mean to me. When I tell you that I love you, it is not out of habit or a need to reassure you or myself… it flows from my tongue so easily but never lightly. It falls from my mouth to your ear because it wells to the point of overflowing that it has nowhere else to go. May those words always come to light deep inside of you and in some way strengthen you that we may always in all ways be of one mind, one heart, one spirit… yet remain two sovereign noble savages unique to each other and to a world that could never understand.
To My Beloved
The Baron's Pen 