Poetry

My Dearest Silvia,
  Love is a bitter-sweet arrow that carries a joyful pain, a welcome poison
that spreads to every extremity and causes mastery of the heart over the
mind.  I fear that with you, I am so afflicted. 
 But I welcome this pain, it let’s me know that I am alive; for life is
not just time to spend until our inevitable demise, but the very pulse, the
heart beat carrying hope and vitality to these arms that have longed to hold
you...to these hands that long to touch you…and these lips that yearn for the
chance to truly know you.
 I speak boldly with words I should never utter and feelings I am not
supposed to have.  I cannot tell you how many such letters I’ve written
you and then disposed of without sending for fear of being an unwelcome fool.
 But, if I am a fool, then an honest fool am I, leaving my heart pray open
to live, to love and soon be broken.  I am alive and will e’er remain your's forever.