Love Notes

Hello, my Love, my Lover, I write to you by the demon red cast off by the flames of a candle through dyed glass. Beautiful, yes, and potentially fatal. Love, here I am, and I know that you are somewhere here, too. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, I have to tell you what I've found out. I've discovered that I belong to you. You might think this old news in your wisdom, but to me, it's a revelation. In all my lonely nights, I never dreamt I felt this way, never guessed they were lonely because you were not there. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, You know I have loved so many more than you over the years. You were not even my first love. You were not my last. You Are not my last. But, love, you are more. Love, you, you are my constant. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, Do you remember the night I made you mine? When I gave you my kiss, and you sand inside me? I owned you then, your life, your love, your passion. I just never realized how completely you owned me. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, Are we wasting forever, then, that's granted to so few? I think not. But we roam, and we wander. Disappear for a little while. Our kind, we just can't stand staying together for long. But I could not live without knowing that somewhere out there, your heart beats with the night, and loves with the night. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, Please, don't speak to me of dying. Don't write to me of dying. For if it came to that, I think I might want to die with you. My heart might well die with you. But if you must go, my love, my lover, promise me you'll tell me adieu to my face. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, The candles are black now, in honor of you. I scattered the ashes on the wind like you bade me do. But I hurt, my love, my lover. I once told you I lived only with the certainty that you did as well. Now I have so much certainty. Certain, I am, that you are gone. Goodnight, my Love, my Lover.     Hello, my Love, my Lover, My candles are red tonight, red for courage. Love, I'm remembering you, remembering love. Was it my fault? Was it neglect? You were my bright prince of darkness, my star. The rightousness in all our sin. Why was it that "tonight" became a curse, and "tomorrow," absolution? Will it be the same for me? Wait for me, my love, my lover. Soon we will be where we were before, in each other's possesion, each other's warmth. Good morning, my Love, my Lover.                                                                                       Liana Smith Copyright © Liana Smith