One

Lost in the crowd, until I see you. I become part of the whole. At peace. One with you, one with all.

❤ The Month of Love ❤

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Incantation to a Soulmate

Like the wings of a birdmy thoughts fly.When they land,they land with you. We were loversin another place,another time,another life. Come back to me. My heart beats for you.My eyes dream of you.My body aches for you. Come back to me. This yearning can no longer be stavedby the touch of my own hands. My…

Lifelines

At the edge of the precipice, (insanity) near the mouth of the cave, my heart falls in love with falling in love with you. Our hearts are locked tightly (straightjackets) together as one under an unbreakable, infinite knot. We snake our way through the shortcomings, (breakdowns) climbing the walls and taking the falls of freedom…

Take

Trapped beneath the paralysis of my legs, the sickness attacks my mind and takes my breath, my love, my life. And I take his.

Victor Hugo

To Adele Foucher My dearest, When two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other … a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are … begins on earth and continues forever in heaven. This union is love, true love, … a religion, which deifies the…

Immortal Beloved – Morning, July 7, 1812

Ludwig Van Beethoven Good morning, on July 7 Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us – I can live only wholly with you or not at all – Yes, I am resolved to…

Immortal Beloved – Evening, July 6, 1812

Ludwig Van Beethoven Evening, Monday, July 6 You are suffering, my dearest creature – only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays – the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. – You are suffering – Ah, wherever I am,…

Immortal Beloved – Morning, July 6

July 6, in the morning My angel, my all, my very self – Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) – Not till tomorrow will my lodging be definitely determined upon – what a useless waste of time – Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks – can our love…

She Walks Ahead of Me

She walks ahead of me, motioning for me to keep up. She is happy and excited and wants to show me what she’s found. I love the way she gets stoked by the little things most of us overlook, like chanterelle mushrooms, wolf spiders, and the various shades of wildflowers which come and go quickly…

Who We Are

My Jaybird, Are there any original thoughts left on love? Sentiments that have not yet been written by others? Falling in love is a universal condition. Sweet and bitter words spill easily from bleeding hearts and land onto paper. It’s the way it is with lovers. Life becomes significant. The stars shine and fall for…

Pull

I was sleeping when a nightmare startled me awake and stole my air, like an omen. It seemed to know I spend my waking hours dreaming of kissing you, of having you near. Nightmares feed on fears; you bury them, but you do not know when they will creep into bed. Pull me from slumber,…