decirdesireto say

A foreign man had fallen madly in love with a girl but lacked the ability to say how he felt.

“What to say, what to say, to convey my desire?” he thought to himself desperately.

He struggled with his words for weeks but never got up the guts to say what he really desired. Finally, he decided it was now or never and he made his move.

“I desire to say something.” he said.

“Yes, go on.” said the girl.

“I desire to say that you look unusual and your face is as broad as the moon!” he said nervously.

The girl brought a hand up to her cheek. “My face is as broad as the moon?” she asked.

“I also desire to say that there is a reason for you not getting married. To me it is clear. It is fate.”

“You don't say.” she muttered.

“I desire to say that you have the face of angles!” he exclaimed, putting his hand to his heart.

She frowned deeper. “How many different ways are you going to insult me?” she asked, standing to leave.

“Insult? No, this is not what I desire to say!” he exclaimed, flustered. When she wouldn't listen he finally threw words to the wind and pulled her close to him, kissing her soundly. When they pulled apart both were breathless.

“I desire to say that I love you, much.” he said.

“Why didn't you just say you desire me? Was it so hard to say it?”

He pulled her close again. “You are my angle of desire!” he sighed.

She sighed; if the desire to be together was present, they would figure out all the right words to say eventually.

silkcherryblossoms
2011-06-07