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Did you know?

Did you?

Did you know how your fingers left indelible traces across my soul?
That my very heart and soul and dreams and goals and desires have been shaped by you?
That my ears long to hear your sweet voice?
That I am not the man I was, yet I do not feel finished? There's so much more to be done...
That my arms long to hold you?
My eyes hunger for yours?
My thoughts dwell on you, and you alone, almost incessantly?

Did you know?
Can you feel it?

My soul has been shaped by you in the way that a master artist shapes clay. It is interesting, because I would  have thought that my soul was fully and well formed. Yet, there they are - the marks on my soul like the gentle caresses and ridges and lines left from the artist's touch. And, it seems that these ridges will now only respond to your touch.

And that is fine with me.

I feel unfinished. There's so much more left to do. Yet, like the clay, I await patiently the perfection that will only come, in time, from the masterful, loving caresses of the one. The One.

The one I adore.
The one who completes me.
The one who understands me.
The one who makes me feel.

Patient.
I can wait.
It's worth it.

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