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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
It seemed like I could do or write nothing that wouldn't cause this woman, hurt in her first marriage, to turn chicken. so, when on that 1500 mile trip, I wrote this: =========================================== They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. If that truly be the case then I am in deep trouble. If my heart has indeed grown fonder, and it has, how in the name of Romeo and Juliet can I write to you and convey those feelings? I cannot! The scene that plays through my mind is one where I have written my feelings, either in poetry or prose, and you are immediately transformed into this feathered being covered from head to foot, including your ears and soles (a Rhode Island Red?). A heavy shell startlingly appears like the deflector shields aboard the USS Enterprise, and an impenetrable brick wall is being built on the other side faster than the eye can see or the mind imagine. And, to top it off, you have magically acquired, upon your feathered feet, the fastest pair of Nike running shoes ever known to exist. Then, like a streak of greased lightning -- no, more like the Enterprise going into warp speed -- you have left my galaxy for some alien planet where people (?) do not convey feelings and have no notion of the word romance. Well, I put on my Brooks running shoes and attempt to give chase but, alas, I am no match for your blinding speed. Stopping on the nearest asteroid, I sit to ponder my situation and wonder how, in the name of Captain James T. Kirk, am I going to go where no man has gone before? At that very moment I have a BFO (blinding flash of the obvious) and I realize that I have been having a nightmare and the answer is simply for me to awaken. Well, how in the name of Rip Van Winkle can I wake up when I am only pondering the consequences of putting my feelings down on paper without turning you into the next NASA intergalactic probe? Now, I've heard of catch 22's before, but this is one for Ripley! I wonder what Don Juan or Casanova would have done in a case like this? They probably would take you into their arms (now you've got two more of 'em after you), make mad, passionate love to you, and tell you how their hearts are filled with adoration for you (I certainly hope you can understand Spanish and French), lift you over their shoulders, leap off the balcony, and carry you into the sunrise. I thought about doing just that except 1) I don't speak Spanish or French, 2) I'd look silly in the clothing of the period, 3) I can't find a balcony anywhere that I wouldn't break my leg (or neck) if I jumped from it, and 4) I have become so tired just thinking of the consequences that I find it difficult to raise my head let alone carry you into the sunrise (besides, I can't get you to stay up that long -- and if I could, where can you rent a horse around here?). Well, I'll tell ya', I feel just like a cat with a long tail in a room full of rocking chairs -- no matter where I go or what I do it's going to hurt. My only real consolation is that you are due back today and I hope you take pity on this poor ole boy and put me out of my misery by looking me right smack dab in the eyes and saying, "Honey, it sure is good to see you again. Come over here and kiss me or lose me forever". With any luck I won't trip over the shoe laces on my Brooks when I speedily attempt to comply with your (my) wishes. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*giggling with the greatest delight* this is too too wonderful. I love it, I love it. Much love to and yours from me. Carry on, sweet man, your love is wonderful for me to read about. Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. http://path2riches.com |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sir...before she gets to the door, make sure those shoelaces are tied...and once she crosses the threshold, don't even let her unpack her bags, but whisk her up, and allow YOUR dream to come true... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
She'd be crazy not to follow you anywhere! Good luck, I'm pulling for you... Great read! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Startime~ *sigh* thanks loads. Sunshine~ Now, why didn't I think of that  Debbie~ My first time to hear from you. Thank you. I don't normally write much prose. This was moved from Open Poetry by one of the "guardians." Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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