Love letter # 994

I look into your blue distance, imagine the other side of your horizon, and I am transported. In your endless capacity I am contained; yet not restrained. Your tabula rasa is my where my story continues. With your quiet way you entice my language. For there are no anchors on the vessel of your love, and the wide, wide sea is our destination. With you, to journey is to arrive. So now we sail.





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