THOUGHTS

Thoughts. My mind is torturous as I sit here trying to express my thoughts from within poetry. Too many things to say. Too many emotions to share. How am I to express in a simple words the complexity of my feelings for her?

I think about the first moment I got to know her. _Really_ know her. In that one moment, I discovered a fascinating beauty from within that went beyond the physical. It was then that I realized how truly special she was. How special she is. I also think about how much we grew together since then. Amazed in how easily we blended into each others lives. Evolved into something special that others could never understand.

My fascination for her grew as well. A day never goes by without a random little thought of her stealing my mind. I think of her when I play my Holly Cole CDs. A smile escapes my lips when I hear that "fluffy little song" she likes on the radio. I think about how she cried when we watched my Red Shoe Diaries tape. And how she smiles when she sees me at a club. It's these little things that make her so wonderful. I wonder what she's thinking at this moment. I hope she's happily singing that fluffy song of hers.

I sometimes feel as if my emotions depend on her. I can't seem to hold on to much joy without wishing her near to share it. When my life crashes around me, I want to reach out to her for safety. When she is threatened, I want to help her. When she's sad, I wish her to share it with me so we can work it out and smile again. We've shared great joys and great tragedies in our lives together and revealed those same moments of our past when we never knew each other. Through all this, how can I not feel for her?

The thing that I love the most about her is her passion in everything she does. Everything she is. The way she dances. The ways she laughs. The way she cries. The way she talks in her sleep. Even the way she sometimes can be difficult to be with shows a raw beautiful passion that I've grown to love and admire. I can never imagine her getting involved with anything without her enveloping it with her heart and soul. Or anyone. I envy those who inspire her. Those that touch her heart. And damn them when they are too blind to see and understand her beautiful essence as I do.

So I sit here waiting for words to come that will justify these emotions. I want her to know and understand how much I adore her with all my being. How she inspires my life in ways she never knew. And how she will always have a permanent place in my heart and soul that no one else could ever reach.

1/20/98

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