A series of daily notes- from one soul to an other. We are stuff that dreams are made of. We come and go through many life times searching for the reason for existence, which is simply one word- "LOVE".
Monday, 5 March 2012
Aramaic
-Espavo
Arany sweetheart , little angel! I had simply a wonderful day. very peaceful and relaxing But even good things come to an end, and so I must beg leave, in the words of the immortal Napoleon``not tonight my sweet Josesphine``.
Maybe I swallowed a fly(practicing my Aramaic) or just sniffed a snootful of glue too many. Or maybe I am just tired. In any case, I feel like Zeus giving birth to Athena--out of the top of his block head. Also known as headache.
But still, Csillagom...I just wanted you to know ...maybe..O`keefe was wrong to protest so much. I look at roses and think of you, and now I even have occasion to blush upon emerging from my shower, seeing as your pixie smile is first to greet my nakedness. LOL
I know as a doctor you pay such things no mind--but there is hope for you yet! Have a little something in your Sprite for me. Rest your head upon my dream tonight and I will woo you like a nightingale!
Kiss you all over,
Indigo
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