The Prisoner to My Heart
My heart beats faster as you come closer. I cannot believe that you love me. I tell you that I’m not good enough; that I don’t deserve your love. You tell me that I’m crazy, that it’s the other way around. You tell me that you’ll always love me and that you’ll never let me go. I tell that I’ll take you captive; you’ll be the prisoner chained to my heart. You tell me that you’re one happy prisoner.
Your lips press against mine. My heartbeat slows and my breath becomes heavy. Your arms wrap your arms around my waist and your hands rub my back. I feel numb. Your lips press harder against mine as you try to get a response out of me. I feel the urge to kiss you with all the love and passion I can muster. So I do. One of my hands rests on your cheek while the other holds and tugs on your hair. You stop just for a moment to whisper those three little words in my ear. I whisper them back. Your lips are soft, gentle, and graceful over mine.
I begin to realize that I truly am in love with you. No one can separate us. No one ever will. As long as God exists, I will love you. I will love you after time ends. You hold my hands in yours. You whisper in my ear, “If home is where the heart is then my home is where you are.”
I close my eyes and reopen them as I try to wake up from my dream that has finally come true. You laugh quietly as you realize what I am trying to do.
Your lips brush against mine again and I start to forget how I can get my heart to beat again.
-Oriana Ehlen
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