To Whom it May Concern

I sit here with my hands through my hair

Leaning over my desk listening to the music

As my emotions dance on the notes of the melody.

My chest hurts

My stomach turns

My body lifeless

And my breathing heavy

For my anticipation and eagerness are like two kids

In search of a treasure

A treasure worth far more than silver or gold

A treasure not easily found but often sought after

An emotion

A feeling

An action

One word that is used too often or used too little

Love

I sit here re-living the scenes of the cliche love stories

As the music fades in and out

And I can't help but think of that word

Love

A word so powerful and poetic

That it can bring a man to his knees

Or a tear from her eyes.

My thoughts surround the word

And my patience grows thin.

Though I don't know you

I want to

More often than not

I lie awake imagining those moments

Those moments you read in stories

Those moments you see in movies

Those moments I'm with you

And everything is perfect.

I long to look into those eyes I'm meant to look into

And to lightly grab the tip of your chin

To tell you those 3 words I will tell you everyday

For as long as your heart beats.

I pray I am given the chance to treat you as a unique flower

Grown in the Garden of Eden

And that no matter what is said or done

Those 3 words will never be lost.

I promise to honor you

And to keep you in sickness and in health

Remaining faithful to you for as long as

You and I

Both shall live.

But yet I do not know you

And I am brought back down to my desk

Listening to the sounds of melodies that

Surround my lifeless body and the hands in my hair.

I am left with the thought of another cliche

And a sick stomach.

So I sit here writing this for you

With a half smirk on my face

Knowing that those moments will come

And that i'll be here waiting for them

While preparing myself for you.

So with that said

This is

To Whom It May Concern