This is to Her, whoever she is.  Perhaps she doesn't exist.  Maybe she is just a reflection of what I want from a woman...  My hope is too alive though.  Maybe, just maybe, some random person will see this, and know she's the one. nbsp; LOL, or maybe I'm going insane.  Either way, this is real as it gets.

A Letter to a Vision in My Heart

Dearest,

I was seventeen when I first saw you.  You wore a yellow dress; your hair fell to half your height, and was dark as midnight lost in the countryside with no hope of happening upon a lonely streetlight; your skin was pale, and shining, the color of milk fresh from the mother cow; your eyes were pools of darkness that mated with eternity, the very impression of forever.  I was seventeen when I first saw you, vision in my heart, and I remember you as if I had witnessed your miracle only a moment ago.  I was young, I know, but right then and there, I knew exactly what I wanted; it was you.

I have seen you three times since then, my love, and begged to God everytime to allow us our meeting.  My heart sang out with a baleful terror as your vision faded from my mind's eye, each and every time I had to let you go.  Even now, as I right this letter, I fear that you might not be real.  I fear that, perhaps, I am only a lonely, desperate heart latching onto the one thing that is keeping me sane; my hope, personified by you.

I love you.  It is ridiculous.  You are but a dream, a memory, a hope, intangible, but this feeling I have is so real.  It is so real, I can almost touch it.  I feel you out there.  My heart yearns for you, and has ever since I saw you that first time.  My heart cries out with a promise of passion so rife with Love at the mere thought of you, and you are not here to take it from me.  

I have given this heart twice, knowing all the while that you were the only one.  Both times, I failed.  My illusions, those two relationships I took part in, were less real than this flame burning in me every time my thoughts turn to you.  In fact, they were not real.  Even without knowing you, I can feel our connection, and the strength of your love for me.  Even without ever having met you, every night I close my eyes, I feel you next to me, comforting my lonely heart, telling me that you are there for me, and that it will all be okay.  

I am not worthy of you, my queen.  What would I give to kneel before you, and kiss the ground you grace with the footsteps of a ghost in predawn light haunting the fields around my home?  What could I give just to have a chance to sacrifice my heart, my soul, my body, my mind; everything I am?  I would die for you.  I would live for you.  There is no mountain high enough, no sea broad enough, no hell hot enough, to keep me from finding you.  I bear your mark; that dream I had when I was seventeen, your message to me, vision in my heart.  I am yours.
 

Sincerely, and with eternal and unconditional Love,
Yours