Strange Charisma Of Your Words

Falling victim to a presumed measure of acceptance that differentiates your world from mine, I hope all past grievances have been forgiven, and the enlightened nature of your company shall once again inhabit the forefront of my mind. Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech, beatitudes of pleasure fill my heart with disbelief. Still soft visions of my queen removing her disguise and the barren nature of our souls stripped of all their pride. Our world a dream infectious though it be, and the strange charisma of your words disarming as the sea. (From: Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown)