I’m beset by thoughts of a distant you. Your rich almond eyes speak deep and mysterious soul-truths. Your visage grips me. You are the fuel that feeds my fire and yet you consume me. My heart aches with longing for the next time I’ll see you.
I wait with the patience of a thousand ancient hills, and no hope is too distant. But these hills tremble with a deep, groaning shudder. My whole earth shakes under the burden of this heavy, hungry heart.
Be with me soon, my love.
One of the oldest love stories in written history. See Genesis 29:18-20 for context.