All the Things You Will Never Know

I write many things;

for you,

about you,

inspired by you;

you have no idea just how

deep it goes,

how long I have been in

love with you,

how I dreamed about you,

before I ever met you,

how I sat outside your house,

at night, doing security,

imagining you and I,

together, watching the moon

and stars, making love to

each another, becoming one;

you have no idea;

you will never know;

the depth,

the richness,

the fullness,

the joy,

all the things I long

to tell you,

all the thoughts I desire to

share with you,

all the love I feel for you;

it is better that you

never know;

none of the hurt,

none of the pain,

none of the sorrow;

from a love found too late,

in a life almost over,

so I will continue writing,

about all the things you

will never know,

about the life we will

never live, in a world that

will never exist,

inside the only place

that matters.

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