Dear love, I write this letter near noon
When sun is shining brightest and I hear
The birds outside announcing that you're here.
Of course, you're not, not really really near,
But near enough for me to know that everything is clear.

How far would you have to go in order to be far?
If that is your plan, you'd better head for that far off yonder star!

Your face is just too beautiful for
a computer's eye to pick up with any
amount of accuracy.
Can a sensor
in a glass shell
really feel the warmth of sunlight on my face?

Love is a fickle game, is it not?
like the minutes passing at sunset
that with each passing click of the second hand
leaves the sky completely changed, it would seem.

Falling in love for you and I
are different from each other
yet, the same, I guess,
do you not agree?

You love as if falling back, and
I love as if pushing forward,
but when you fall back,
I'm always there to catch you, aren't I?

You love as if making a sandwich.
You use a knife, I use a spoon for the jam;
but even though you expect a knife in your hand,
I, the spoon, do the job just as well, if not better.
Did you even know you could use a spoon?

Love for you is putting on a robe and crown
and adorning things that will make all beautiful;
but Love for me is a stripping away of all that,
of all skin, and bone, and flesh, and blood,
and it's all beautiful, just the same.

You give me your heart like a child to a parent
would give something they'd found on the floor.
innocently, and carefully, tears in your eyes,
because was that not where he left your heart before?
Am I not there to comfort you in my arms,
and were you not begging me to help?

You didn't need to beg. But you'd been taught that love is begging.
That love is pleading
and hurting
and searching
and struggling
and giving
not taking
stretching
and breaking
and trying
and dying
together, but alone.

But, My Darling,
Love is giving
and taking
trying
and dying
to live
and stretching
yourself
and myself
and creating
the new
and creating
the better
and destroying
the old
and destroying
the worse.

Yes, we think differently about love and life,
but we have a lot in common, more than you know,
or I know, especially.

I saved you, will you save me?

I look around my life an see
the other guys around me
who treat their "loves" one way,
and break up with them the next day.

I long for something more that lasts.
something beautiful and new from the past
that still haunts me and guides my steps
thought I don't wish it, to be like the rest.

Nothing is more important than two pins
on my desk as signs that everything is okay.

Stop thinking, start loving.
Stop worrying, start trusting.
Stop trying, start living.

Nothing is more beautiful than two green eyes
inside of mine, as signs that you are happy.

I long for your touch to remind me here
that you are mine, and I yours, dear
Love that saves me from dark and cold
to be with me and together grow old.

I look around my life and see
nothing else, my love, but you and me.
I could ask for nothing more, not food, or gold,
I need nothing else, when it's you that I hold.

Ah, Verse. It's nice to see you again.
Life kinda happened and I forgot you,
but it's interesting how, even when I neglect you,
you still remember me like it was yesterday.

Like a Best Friend.
Like a favorite song.

I rely on you even when I'm not writing
to shape the lines of conversation and song
and bring to life words which otherwise
would mean nothing to me, to anyone.

Like a Best Friend.
Like a favorite song.

The trees signal my arrival with outstretched arms and waving hands.

Walking seems like such a chore
when the wind stops to carry me
and I have to choose, to be more
than myself or just me, to forever be.

The trees draw me in with loving embraces and kisses of rose petals.

I lay beneath cavernous trees
who seem to rule the forest better than I
could ever hope to, with silent command
and the oldest seem to live, even after they die.

Dark times come as storms in the night
to beat us down more and more like fire
out in the open during such a storm, whose light
flickers when under the rain the coals begin to tire.

You are huddled with me, and I hold you there
knowing there's nowhere safer for you to be
than there with me, in the midst of the cold air
where storms blow and fires cease to leap.

there is a fire there that will never go out, my love,
something they can't take, or stomp out, my dear.
I know you know what it is, since it is in you like a dove
that waits to take off with spirit and no sense of fear!

Let us fly away and be together beyond the storm.
My Love, and your love, will always keep us warm.