Love Letter 27

After the battle, I won’t see you as my enemy.  Forgive me, love?  I wanted to be right.  I forgot we are on the same side.  I didn’t remember who you have been, who you are, and whom you promise to be.

I am sorry.  Please forgive me, my love?

Once I saw you in pain, my rage broke.  How could I have wielded a sword at you?  You, the princess of my youth. You, the comforter in my times of need.  You, the compassionate healer of my wounds.  You, my ally, my friend, my family, my lover.

I am so sorry.

Seeing you in pain, my position crumbles.  Seeing you cry, I am full of remorse, completely filled.  Seeing you after what I did, I can’t understand why I did it at all.

I am asking for your forgiveness, love.  Please, let’s repair our bond.  Please, let me listen to you and try to understand you instead of employing my defense.  Please, give me space and time with you, because I long to be in connection with you.

Let’s find our way into the same space again.  I promise not to hurt you this time.  I promise to come in vulnerable and humble, ready to see you as you are.  What I did was destructive and wrong, but can you forgive me?  I am truly sorry.

Love Letter 26

Let’s make plans.  Let’s commit to the future.  I hope to share my entire life with you.

I don’t want to waste another day separated from you.  I want to share my mornings, my evenings, and even my nights with you.  To greet the day with you and recollect it at night with you.  To share special moments with you, that would constitute my happiness.

 

The movie Up by Pixar.

Even an ordinary day with you becomes extraordinary.  Sharing the littlest of things with you brings me so much joy.  Yours is the ear I long to be lent. It’s your voice that sounds like home.  It’s your touch that comforts me.  It’s your smile that tells me the world is beautiful and all will be well.  My deepest hope is to share everything with you.

Love Letter 24

Uniting two hearts.

How do I know you and know me and meld you with me without losing you or me?

Is it a mystery?  Is it a possibility?  Is it a dream?  Is it a hope?

What is love?  I can feel it.  I can give it.  I can receive it.  I can know it.  And I still can’t describe it directly.  Because it encompasses so many actions and so many withholdings.  A parents holding their tongue while their child explore a complicated world.  A smile from a stranger.  The silence of a friend.  The perfectly timed word of a friend.  A kiss.  Or a hug.  Or a goodbye.

There is so much in love.

But to unite two hearts, I know there is no judgement in love.  Love is acceptance … even of the unacceptable.

Love Letter 23

Smooth skin.

Soft hair.

Delicate, small hands.

Beautiful to behold, luxurious to touch, responsive to suggestion.

Glowing eyes gaze up through a black tangle of lash.

Red lips sneer and move, often hiding pearly whites and tongue.

Swishes of bushy, wild golden hair.  Tangles and strands and curly wisps.

Twirling around finger.

Smiles.

Kisses.

Love Letter 22

Lovely lovely is my love.

Fair she is, without flaw.

Beauty radiates from her blush,

the scent surrounding her is lush.

 

Lovely lovely is my love.

Harmonious our conversations be.

Melodious her tone of voice,

always my song of choice.

 

Lovely lovely is my love.

Sweet and innocent she remains,

despite a familiarity with violence.

Justice is her strongest sense.

 

Lovely lovely is my love.

Her love rolls in like waves,

from ocean deep to shore,

swaying me to the very core.

 

Lovely lovely is my love.

Return to her from my heart,

to my lovely, beautiful dove,

all the graceful joy of her love.

 

Love Letter 20

Beside you, I hear your breathing.  Softly in and softly out.  The steady rise and fall of your chest.

It’s a simple sound that everyone makes-but for me, it’s music-the melodious tune of your breath.

Just breathe.  Breathe, and I will listen in rapture.  Just to be near you.  Just to be a silent observer to your beautiful slumber.

I hear you.  I see you.  Dark, long lashes … pouty, soft lips … brown bangs swept off to one side.

To me, even your sleep is loveliness – a performance not to be missed.

Love Letter 19

The Death of Minnehaha by William de Leftwich Dodge

Death comes to us all.  But when the pallor rests on your cheek, when the hollows deepen by your eyes, when your skin grows colder and your appetite lessens, the effect of all of this will be personal.  When you go gently into that good night, perhaps raging, perhaps calmly, hopefully not willingly, my heart will not pass undisturbed.  Your passing will be for me specific, distinct, pitiless, and raw.

How can we two be separated?  How can I go on without you?  You are my light, bed-side companion, fellow dreamer, reveling cheerful knight.  Your absence will be felt, deeply, in my heart. My heart, whenever the time comes, will be torn.  Torn for you, not because of you, but that you only live in my memories and never again will we pass again upon this earth.

Death will tear you from me.  Of course the tears run down my face.  My breath is only gulped in hoarse gasps.  Wailing will pierce the quiet silence of the surrounding air.  With a bowed head, senseless of time and space, full of physical pain that momentarily numbs the grief that crashes in on me as a tsunami.  I will not be able to stand against the raw force of that blow.  Who could?

My lovely, when death takes you, it will take a part of me, the part that you touched …

Someday I can recover my tranquility.  Someday I will remember you in lighter moments and pleasanter scenes.  But the person I was when I existed alongside you will be gone.  For us both, I will grieve.  Goodbye my lover, goodbye my love, goodbye my hope of the continuing full enjoyment of love.