Last good-bye

The sun always set just behind the mountains that formed a everlasting Geo-structure. Protecting the outer rim of the free springs. That very place that has and probably will always be home to me. For as long as I could remember, it was home to you too. This quiet, peaceful, and silent landscape that held out for so long and just might always be the same.

Though, as docile the land may seem, the beauty of it has come to poison my very core and now cries for my body to return to the soil. The worst has now come to play, what I have always feared has now finally taken what I held close. My voice, the very tool that I was to use in the foundation of something I only dreamed of. For you see my sweet, I held feeling for you from the moment my eyes fell upon you. But now I won't ever be able to speak those very words to you as others have done to the individual they cared for and longed to hold close in their lives.

My sweet, although I shall never speak these words of truth to you; let my written voice shout louder than any man. I love you my sweet. Please, always and do try to think of me often as I do for you. By the time you get this though, it shall be too late and my body has returned to the soil. Fear not, for my physical body is but a small part of my being and where I have fallen I swear that a wise oak will grow in your name.

Goodbye my love, as to when and if you peer down upon these words my heart prays that my love for you will be known. Far well my sweet, let it be known to this true fact.

I love you, Dorothy.