Love letters... | 3 Short note

...Reviving the fire of love every ten years, or four months or a whole eternity…

... when the pain softened and the flames almost left the ashes wandering around the embers, still warm, still candent but almost gone… then the wind of your existence blows some dry leaves and relives the burning flames into sparks of love that burn and crisp in the tears of my broken eyes…

...and there it goes again my yearning for your kisses, your touch, your warm presence by my side every morning, every day of this and every other life I may live…