To You, My Love and Life

My love, I haven't fallen asleep yet. I've been thinking for a long time, even though I will only write to you and for you, how to write prose, how to capture every moment since I saw you, and all these years of love, beautiful days and nights of love, the thunder and the purple celestial God's sky within me for you, how to write a story about a man who loves Gift, beauty, art, who loves you with every particle of himself, with every breath, as long as I exist, I dream with my eyes wide open. You are every part of me, something above everything, life, death, body, mind, day, night, above every poem and page of truth, how much I love you, oh God, how much I love you, my Marina, everything that I am is not within me, it is in you, in your smile, in the tears of longing, in the scream of desire, in the blink and the storm that shatters me of your figure, your figure and creation, everything is you. How can I pour out such immense love so that when breath leaves this transience, there remains a record of how much I love you with every particle in the veins through which red love for you flows, unbounded, wild, sincere, love that breaks and unites everything within me in an instant... I am poetry and I always write to you, but how can I write a masterpiece, because you are something highest and so unique and special. How can I, so small, leave behind this testament of soul and body and mind that belong to you, that love you until the last drop of life?! Oh God, how much I love you, how much I love you, if only I could open myself up for you to see, if only I could, so small and powerless, while I watch you, your smile, beauty, movements, words, inhale your scent, feel every blink of your soul, gently run my hands over your head and hair, merge with you and fly and dive into the storm of our love, if only I could create with soul and hands a living monument of love, to be everything as it is, if only I could... You are life and everything worthy and beautiful within me. God bless you, my Marina, my Marina, oh what a blessing it is that I can say "mine," mine, mine... You are an infinite sea of love within me, overflowing me, carrying me with the tide to your shores, and the magic of the tide washes my face. Every particle of you! I love you so much, so much that I no longer know how to say, write, describe, or present you, to open everything for you to feel! I am powerless before you, my soul, my everything, my tear and the sun of my soul's smile! I LOVE YOU, NOW AND ALWAYS, EVERY PARTICLE OF ME IS PURE LOVE FOR YOU, MY ANGEL, MY MARINA!!!

Igor Tintor