Love Letter to A Woman

Love Letter

Firstly, Im sorry for my terrible handwriting (you know it before everything was born), its metaphor of my brain that contain with you as a relentless loud voice shout in 10.000 times per second, and if you can read it you should know that I work hard till my fingers bleed to make it clear. This is a letter about love, “love” shit! I don’t know, as long as its brust your chest like a bubble gum, fire mountain, or something that blow up—like there’s time bom which the clock remain 0.01 second before explosion. Since then, you makes  gap between my lungs a space for romance, you’re the romance breathe there like a plant. Love that eliminates the bunch of boys girls that try to kiss my sense with their dirty tongue (and I eliminates yours). If there’s reason, I no need to care for I only have truth and you know you can always giving the truth. You bring me to the level when Romeo drink his poison cause Juliet fake her death. At the bed time its kinda sad that I perhaps not dream about you in my unconscious mind as I sleep and you just gone to outer space for few hours, and in the morning I want to hold you strong till I satisfied (it never were)  then stab you into my belly so this feeling of tingle may settle, I sort of miss you like hell.

         What  city without paint, what my joy without your reflection flowing in my veins. Come as a friend,  you draw me a woman whom should to be loved like a mad man, a woman turned my ego become powerless and shameful. And I thanks to you beautiful flower for refuse to bloom by any man’s whisper but mine, I can’t ask for more.

           Im sorry if this isn’t romantic enough, at least I try, I really do want to put lipstick on and leave my lips print on the corner of this letter to be more so-sweet, but I worry that it’ll scared you so I just— I-love-you, I love you: like lion, Shakespeare, silk,  puppy; its unique, beautiful and so real, like nothing is lacking; and  you deserve every charm in this letter. 

           There’ll be future, we can’t stop these needle as of falling from three to four or crawl from seven to ten, lets just ride my rocket and enjoy every stars we stopped and passed by till the edge of time and space. And if the road of the past take us nowhere but reverse may I hand you  a paint brush and let us create a picture where there’re shore, sun facing our forehead, winding sand, and a boat for us to voyage our unsystematic daydream. I Overwhelmed with you, I overwhelmed with you like universe overwhelmed with existence.