The fourth letter

Beyond our imagination, there is a place only she knows,

a point of infinite dreams and emotions beyond compare.

Where honesty and reality are one and feel so fantastic,

where unconditional love with another human is not rare.

This is the dwelling where she resides while she is in love.

For one to experience this place, she must truly love you.

In this place, love is a word not uttered for fear of losing it,

a fear only felt when your love for each other is true.

This world exists in my mind when I am awake, when I rest,

and when I dream. My mind has become my false haven

and as the years slip away from me, I am left with questions.

Some I know the answers to and by others I am frightened.

For me she was the beginning of my own awakening,

the beginning of my self-torment and profound curiosity,

and the end of the simple, care free life I had lived.

Regardless, I would not change a thing or desire pity.

She was worth every sleepless night, all of the pain,

and every tear I shed since we parted I am certain.

How else could I have written what I was feeling

if she had not given me feelings worth sharing. -AR