Forgive me my love for I have sinned. If sinning is to love you so much it hurts.
I had my heart sleeping inside ice and snow. You kissed it, melted the savage freeze. Now I am wide awake, willing to return the fury of your passion. Yet I am haunted by two specters: one, the insane ache of love I feel for you day after day. Second, the chilling fear of your hands slipping from mine. I love every inch of you; I fear none but losing you.
Whisper me again that you love me; I’ll believe. In everything.
(100 words)
