November Love Story
Marcel Proust said …: “Love is space and time measured with heart …”.
Yes, I just love her … Can love be considered a sin or a charity? I say that love is an eternal, natural, and often sweet and pleasant charity.
To love is extraordinary, the more it does not have dimensions, borders or limits … but what limits? Are some people established that cannot be overcome? Well, no, everything comes in exactly when you do not expect … and God! It is so magical and pleasant that you simply lose yourself in nothingness.
You feel a pleasant boon that envelops you, like a soft, enchanted, silky soft silk that makes you creeps, makes you happy and eager for life more than ever. Only the three words you spell around HER … “I love you …” makes you happy and all the more when you give it a whole heart, and see with your eyes how this is falling down in front of her beauty.
Many times when she look at yourself, you try to decipher the message that tells you through the color of her eyes or through their spectral shades what states and feelings you have, which you and only you can understand because you really love.
That’s what I feel most of the time, I sleep in the evening with her image, I get up in the morning with her image, feel her heart and soul, and her inner desires.
If you did not really love you would not have those feelings. Often they are contradictory and you wonder what they really want to convey to you?
You go for a walk, you always feel its beneficial presence and your soul, even if it cannot be near you, but you feel it right, you feel the delicate fragrance like a warm boom that gives you creeps, and that makes you happy even for a moment.
What size does it have a moment of happiness? I tell you is definitely immeasurable …
Many would say that it is banal to think about it, perhaps from envy or selfishness. Why? Well when you are happy it is practically impossible to describe the sensation in coherent words. What am I wrong?
It has some eyes, quadrants, blue like the seas sometimes like a blade of steel, or blue as the clear sky with no cloud, nor do I know how to describe it, seraph, warm, pleasant. And do not you love them?
I do not have words, but I adore it wholeheartedly, and I think that says a lot, other mistakes I do not want to do is my little secret that makes me happy. Do not you think that is enough? … And the dream will soon become reality, so love is a boon and a strong and profound feeling of affection.
Conclude with an aphorism by William Shakespeare: “When love speaks, the voices of all gods seem to be asleep in the harmony of Heaven.”
Is not he very right?