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Love Letter

I wake this morning, to find your scent still lingering on my skin. With sleep in my eyes, I try to shake the heady buzz from the hours of being entwined with you the day before. I feel your residual energy flowing all around me. I step into the shower just to feel the rivulets of water wash over my body. You are all I can think about this morning, and I know that I will not find peace until I return to your side.

I am completely, utterly, and desperately obsessed with you.

When I look upon you, I am captivated. I am enamored by your beauty, by your natural sensuous movements. I follow every curve, trace all of your soft edges with my eyes, immerse myself in the rise and fall of your breath. You whisper mysteries known only to the deepest parts of my consciousness, and the narrative you speak to my heart is as old as the earth.

I have watched you suffer mistreatment at the hands of so many before. You have been taken advantage of, used and abused, stripped of your purity. I want only to protect, to love and to cherish you, because your beauty and grace is something for all to behold. You are my muse, my constant source of inspiration.

Poets and minstrels attempt to put into verse your charm and majesty. Painters and sculpters labor to capture your likeness. Your image is burned into my mind forever.

What is it that you require of me? For I have found that pleasure always comes with a price. Whatever the cost, I will give deeply. To have you near me is worth any sacrifice. You, the giver of life, wrap me in your arms and carry me away. Take me down to the depths and wash away my transgressions.

I walk beside you to calm my troubled spirit, touch you with my fingertips to find my place and a connection to all things in the realm on the other side of my reflection. I want to submerge myself into your world, and never come up for air. Entangled with you forever.

And it is with this sentiment, beloved River, that I commit myself to your protection and preservation, to promise to always be an advocate for your conservation. You have given me so much, it is the least I can do.


  1. A man has no deeper marriage than to his place.

    1. True, Henry. The juxtaposition of the love for a significant other and the feelings of connectedness to something in the natural world may be lost on some people, but if they ever find that place, whether it is a piece of ground, or a body of water, I think they will begin to understand.


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