The world at my fingertips

The world rests now at my fingertips, the rising and falling of flesh and bone as I write out my thoughts, my feelings. Pouring out my soul into the aether as I pull the last inks of script from its ages. And all I can do as I think on this, is nothing but you. my love, my world, my everything. 

I see the winds change from day to day, the moods and feelings of those around us, and even when the lights are dim and time wages a war against us, I see the brightness in all, the shine of their souls, their lights in the bleak and surrounding darkness. but out of all of them, yours shines brightest for me as I gaze out unto the starry night. Your beacon of hope, of passion, of warmth, like a lone point in my world that I know will always be there for me.

And when I get to you, your brightness shines brighter and more beautiful the longer I gaze upon it. Your soul calling out to me in eager want and need of the connection we share, the bonds that work behind the scenes of our lives and bring us ever closer to one another. 

For you my love I would give you the world if I could, but that is not mine to give. for you all I can offer is my own light for your dark skies. To be the point that brings you out of the darkness and keeps you safe and warm, that guides you back to happiness and to everything you will ever need. 

I love you with my heart and my soul, with every fiber of my being and every word that falls from my lips or drawn by my hand. I give you all that I have, and ask for nothing in return.

I love you Silver, and all that you are and that you do. I will never let you go, nor will I leave you, for when one has given as much as I have for you, my heart would never be the same again.