Dear Miss,

With each spoken word, feeling more and more in a state of titillation, I await one day to look deep in to the heart and soul of this beautiful creature. To only be lost in a sea of hope and admiring courage through your eyes, feeling a flame of passion with each smile, losing my breathe with yet only a simple brush of our arm's. If only to look upon one another and see time it's self freeze in our own basket of allurements and euphoria. A soul is meant only to wander the emptied and lost terrain of it's own heart, and pray to only one day be blessed with a meeting on one another, to only find a inamorata or yet one other beautiful soul to make the inter nothingness of themselves seen whole to the world. By embracing this inter-nothingness or lost translation of your soul with another personage of natural enchantment and alluring beauty only extravagant non-tangible amenities may come. To only think that you could be that other personage my soul has traveled to the worlds end and back a dozen times, only to catch a glimpse of, makes my heart skip not only one beat but so many at once. At least a half million times these two souls have gazed fearlessly towards the heavens above and seen the same star, seen the same wide open world, perhaps even passed another on the street and never knew what enjoyment or pleasure could have came from but only a smile, or a simple connection of the eyes. The boat still stuck at dock, I hope not to miss it. The great thing about hope is that it is a GOOD thing, and good things my fade or circumvent at times, but they can and never will die out. So to the world we may be lost but to ourselves we are only waiting to be found. Air my fill my lungs with each and every breathe that I take, but until I find a soul as liking to yours, my heart and my soul will for ever be empty. Your internal light, David Lee Price