A Letter Again

This one is sort of ironic, considering that I can't stand the subject of this poem now.

Cloudy night, on October 15th

Another letter to another soul;

It seems as such has become my life.

My heart holds many, many things

That it would take pride in to say,

But my very mouth remains dumb.

Even while beneath my chambers,

Cloth covering every inch but my hands and mind,

The only thought I can process is simply thee,

My Eternally-Beautiful Beloved.

Days feel like millenniums when parted from thee,

And every waking hour I long to feel thy embrace.

No one - no one - can claim the same feelings

That I always will have for thee.

Thy words mean the world to my joy;

Thy smile means the universe.

So far - and perhaps never -

Thou shalt not be aware that this letter

Was once and always meant for thee.

But if thou dost, then I pray forgiveness

For I know I am not who thou ever wished.

Though if miracles be fact,

And someday I shalt, in fact, be thine,

I will do everything in my power to remain thine.

But, as for this moment in time, be calm,

And love me - today, tomorrow, forever.

Hold on to it as tightly as thy warm embrace

For it is ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

My coach is arriving to take me

Into the Slumberland, in which we both dreamt.

Farewell, my love, and many sweet dreams to thee forever.

Good night.

Author's Note

In my poetry, since I consider it a part of me, the only criticisms I take in for consideration are that in which pertain to grammar. Thank you.