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dots and crosses
Saturday, 7 July 2007

Pick up pen and poise on paper. Pause and think, for dramatic effect, of the selective choice of words to portray the intense emotion that threatens to overwhelm. The point trembles, on the verge of crafting an exquisite expression from effusive symbolism. Finally the nib descents and kisses the parchment, tentatively, lovingly, pouring itself in reckless abandon of the paper's virgin innocence. Then a blur of scratching follows, evolving into flowing words, as pen dances with paper. Dances, till creeping doubt halts the torrential idea-flow with a premature fullstop. Pause, darken and bleed. If mere poetry could capture the length, breadth and depth of my feelings for you, my Love, I do not love you truly, purely, madly, deeply. Instead, let this not be a description but a promise:

I love you. Truly. Madly. Deeply.
xxxxxx.

10:44 pm