Love letters in the night

(This was a response from a post on the Passion translation social media account to do an activation of writing a love letter to the father)

My love for you has driven me to seek you in ways that the world considers crazy.

Everyday I want to see you and hear you and feel you near.

Sometimes I long so much for more of you and then when you show up it can be overwhelming and I can’t record it fast enough to remember;

I dare not to waste or forget or not savor the slightest encounter of your wine.

How great is your love?

How can I contain it?

Can I hold it and save precious drops in reserve, can I run into your arms and deep into your world living fully in the river of your love with its ebbs and flows and twists and turns and be like water weaving with you through the world and bringing refreshing to the hurting herds?

Can I hold all I want from you?

Can I handle all I want from you?

I see your other lovers and I am jealous when they have more of you. I am jealous of the things I believe you have for me that I haven’t received when I know the things I thought I knew.

I want to live with your love like Todd White can where your love oozes out of pores with precious oil and seeps into the hearts just waiting to explore.

And where the thoughts of others towards me don’t make make me want to explode, erupting in emotions that have labels imposed.

Oh then I realise I’ve been saying what I want like a child that wants ice cream and keeps asking and asking and asking hoping to wear you down.

So I want more of you, could that be so wrong, I want songs to write and words to speak and other outrageous things like I see all around.

But what do you want? Do you want to say more then I can receive? Is there a reason why I feel a missing ingredient to being more free?

And I feel the weight of words that man speak around and I try to filter what is in you and I try not to drown in the sea with the waves all around.

And be brave

And be weak

And broken all at once

And let it be in your love that I trust

And my heart crys and feels more then it can,

I guess it’s worse for you you have the world in your hand.

Maybe an answer you say to me when I write next, I would treasure a few more drops of your intimacy.

Oh lover if you only knew all the things I have for you.

Then you wouldn’t fight for what I’ve given you in your birthright.

Just taste and see how great is my love for you.

You won’t be able to believe all the things that you have when your fully in me.

Write me love letters and I’ll visit your heart.

When you write my words with me you won’t be hidden in the dark.

Get ready to embark for this is just the start!

I had an idea the other day about using my arty skills to make love letters so if you would like a love poem artwork please pm me to discuss.