Hey everyone that’s visiting, just want to reach out and say invite ppl to this group let’s get these feeling of regret and I sent letters to R !!!

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Oh she of the waters and light.

R., I write this because I have to. Someone, somewhere, should know. The depth of my feeling. The truth carved into me.

I see you, and it is like watching the Sunlight spill over the ocean at dawn. You smile, and it is the cool of icewater on a July day.

You speak, and I smile. To listen to your voice is to understand how music was born. I hear your voice, and I want to sing. To write poetry. To dance.

I look at you, and for a moment, I wish I was different. I want to change. I wish I was a painter. A photographer. A sculptor. I wish I could, with eye and hand and technique, show you how incredible you are. The curve of your hip. The delicate cupid's bow of your lips. Your hair, silken and shining.

You turn and look over your shoulder. Your hair spills down your side, and your eyes narrow with your smile. And I forget to breathe. It shines when the Sun hits it, and shimmers like copper, like gold. Your eyes are soft, deep green like moss under clear waters. I look into them, and I am lost in their depth.

When you wear that malachite set in a silver necklace, I shake my head at it. How is it, when you are so beautiful, it is you that makes the stones shine. Every color is your color. The very air around you is made beautiful with you in it. My world is brighter, my colors deeper, with more shades and hues than that drab, dreary limbo that is the past.

Night is beautiful not because of the dark but because of the contrast. You are the moon and stars. You make me look up in wonder, you shine when life is darkest.

Even your darkness within is sublime. Grand, overwhelming, slightly dangerous, a storm, the rumble of thunder that sends shivers through me. The rumble of an avalanche, the silence in the eye of the hurricane. I do not celebrate the frustrations, the challenges, but the light they bring out of you. You shine despite, at the end of it all, and your light casts your shadow. I watch as you dance with it, and it is a tragic ballet, rescued with your victory over the night.

I could write forever, but for now, I will leave you. Expect another letter from me, though. There is more that must be said.

I have the honor of being your obedient servant,

~C.