Tyler Tillett

(May 5,1992)

My Internal Love


Dear my internal love,
How I miss thee kiss on my forehead, how I miss thou arms
Wrapped around my waist, thine hands on my buttock.
I am internally grateful of thy love for me. Inside and out.
O, how I miss thee, going on bike rides, being just thee and I.
I shall love you for all times even when times grow too dark for even thy smallest insect cannot see.
When even dark gets to dark that thou sun must arise.
I seek no temptation to see the ugly, but only seek the truth,
The life that thou shall live and yen happily. I shalt not be a sott and
Miss what great deeds thou have wrought for me.
Sincerely you’re beloved,

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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