She once told me that she stalks me day and night She has me in her feelings and in her sight...Her heart keeps telling me things in the night that she is afraid to tell me in daylight...My heart know that she loves me But life is strange and we never know where two people will end up next Love and soul are not to behold Her eyes speak in unknown words And we continue to drift sometimes nearer and sometimes apart!!

She once told me that she stalks me day and nightShe has me in her feelings and in her sight...Her heart keeps telling me things in the night that she is afraid to tell me in daylight...My heart know that she loves meBut life is strange and we never know where two people will end up nextLove and soul are not to beholdHer eyes speak in unknown wordsAnd we continue to drift sometimes nearerand sometimes apart!!

She: Do you think you own me? He: No I don't own you. I love you!

And then she remembered the stranger. She had met him on an April afternoon. In his presence she had felt feelings that she had never felt before. The stranger had touched the innermost parts of her heart! He had done it by just his words. And his presence had made her feel as if she was in a spell!

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

When you smile, it lights me up!

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!