The Branding

It is hard for me to find the words to describe the way I felt about her. She had burned her brand so deeply into my heart, her brand of love. All I could ever think about was being with her, and being loved by her. My heart burned with desire for her. When I held her or even got near her, I got weak in the knees. Her smile was like a little taste of heaven, and I couldn't get enough. I know that she was afraid to fall in love again, and especially so soon, but I sensed that she had some very strong feeling for me just as I did for her. If she would have given me her heart, for which I had a desire so strongly, I would have cared for it as if my life depended on it. She would have never been sorry if she had trusted me with such a gift. She was my world, my best friend, my soul mate, and I gave her my all. It wasn't enough. All that's left are the memories and the brand she left behind. It's there in my heart, forever. Written November 18th, 1996 © on Oct 18 2001 02:48 AM PST   0 • 8