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While thou art in thy sleep I cannot but think about holding thy hand once again. Thinketh of it as the only way I can release my wings and fly, for thou, my princess, art and always been seen as if thou hath fallen from Heaven by these eyes of mine that cannot even think of anything as beautiful as thou, indeed, art.
Shall thou ask me to speak thy name but, sayeth, how could I? Four letters cannot contain that much beauty, that much magic thou breathe... four letters, thy name, my song, my prayer. Be sure, my dear, my desire is not to hide who thou art, nor thy name or how happy I am knowing this heart o'mine is and will always be in thy hands. Thine to take, thine to leave, thine to gift with another beat, thine to stab silent once and for all. Whatever thy decission turns to be, fear not, my beloved. My life, as my love, belongs to thy heart now and forever.
Hard days art to come in thy life but keep in mind, my lovely girl, thou art not alone. In my thought thy name is always a sound away, in my hollow chest there remains the echo of the third beat in which thy voice is kept as the treasure it is and in my eyes there's engraved as if made of stone, the shine of thy smile, the heat of thy own eyes which are, indeed, the true sun that lights my life.
No, my dear, thou art not alone nor will ever be as long as a single drop of blood can be spilled from my veins and a single breath can be stolen from my lips.
That last drop of life shall heal your wounds.
That last breath thou shall hear for it will say these last words:
I Love you.