I sit down before you with nothing to beg for. nothing to actually ask for, nothing to pray for. There is no malady consuming my heart, no illness that will blind my light, there is no terminal disease ending my near future abruptly, I am actually okay, and doing quite fine for all accounts.
But I am here before you asking for your help anyways. Its funny how most girls I have loved in this life with fanatic devotion are related somehow to you, except perhaps for the first. All of them are made according to you, so today I sit here before you with fire in my heart and hope in my soul. I never thought life could get this hectic and that her smile could hurt so much even though it enthralls me into such good and positive feelings.
So, here is my plea, My Lady:
I will follow you to the end of the earth and to the end of time if you so ask of me. My devotion knows no limit and fear becomes the power that makes me move forward into the unknown. I will move forward following your never dying light of hope, to the end of the universe if needs be.
And if you allow me to, I will follow her until the end of my life and into the next. Forever and a day (because a lifetime sometimes doesn’t seem to be enough) with your mark on my skin as an insignia, as the beacon of my faith, and as the bastion that holds our hearts together, one star for every single year that passes by since the 212th day of the 2015 AD.
I don’t hold this lightly, I know in my heart this is the final resting place of all my energy for some reason, and if its not, then I will still follow you to wherever you lead my mortal heart.
I have faith in you, there will be a way. There is always a way. I will be patient, and wait for your blessing to shine upon every atom of my being.
I rather fight with you than make love with anyone elseGentleman’s Prose