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Love Letter from the Princess of Franistan
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Love Letter from the Princess of Franistan |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
(forgive my ramblings, I'm just weeping today through my words) My Darling, There are so many parts of myself no one ever touched. By choice, or simply holding back, and I take responsibility for closing them off. Maybe vulnerability to hurt, and pain. Yet, in knowing you I have seemed to feel a gust of emotion, experiencing much joy. It doesn't seem to matter what I tell you, you always respond with kindness. I want you to see yourself the way I see you. The way my heart sees you. I never considered myself a high maintenance friend, just someone who only wants a kind word, or maybe a phone call, you know to let me know someone cares. That’s what you have given me. That's not why I love you though Not for those “things” you give me. The tangible things such as the wonderful Christmas present I received. Not for the times I needed a shoulder to cry on, and although it wasn't a physical shoulder it still felt awfully strong to me. When I was crying at work because I didn't want to freeze to prove something to someone, myself maybe, I don't know. It all seemed so simple when you said "If you don't want to be there, leave!" That's not why I love you though I remember one Lucy episode where Lucy had pretended to be the Princess of Franistan, and Ricky fell for it, and sang every song he ever sang and she listened to them. He figured out who she and told her, "who else would listen to me sing for so long?" No one except you, has read or taken the time to read every poem I have written, or kept every letter I've written when I know you have work to do, meetings to attend, people who are working for you. That's not why I love you though. One day my world came to an end and I returned home…alone. I was alone and it was so final, so very final. I think it was around 9:30 or so, and the phone rang. I knew, I knew before I even picked it up who it was. I was filled with comfort. More than being in a room of comfort, it was a comfort from within. Beyond miles, beyond anything you can explain, or can to explain, because I can't explain it. But you simply took the time to make the contact, when I was dying inside. When I know, and it was much more important that I should be consoling you with everything else you were going through at the time. That's not why I love you though. Most women want to be rescued, you know a knight in shining armor and all that. Sure sounds romantic at least most feel that way. No one had ever rescued me in my entire life. Maybe I didn't let them, but there were times I needed rescuing. Times when I didn't know which way to turn, or what to do. Times when I thought "I'm just not good enough" or "I have to prove this" and I wasn't doing what I wanted, no, I was doing what I thought everyone else wanted. I have been so hard on myself, so demanding or my time, my energies, in making everyone else happy I completely forgot who I was, and why I exist. You think I rescued you I bet don't you! From emotional loneliness, feeling as if you have done all you can and it simply isn't good enough. Feeling as if you're drowning and no one is reaching in. Living one day to the next with fear sitting, mocking you, just waiting for you to make that one monumental mistake and it will all be over!!! Yet, with humor, care, understanding, and support you somehow reached in and without being condescending, for you could never be that, without being insensitive, because you could never be that either, you seem to know exactly what to say. I like to think I can take a joke! I do have a sense of humor. I was laughing earlier thinking about how you would reach for my arms and say "my, my have we been working out?" Actually I’m giggling now thinking of it picturing it in my mind, to me it is so funny and loving. That's just how it would occur too, wouldn't it? It warms me, makes me smile and gives me something to look forward to. I smile thinking of being backed up against a wall and not being at all afraid, but loving every minute it, savoring and teasing you to no end. Gives me something to look forward to. Feeling your touch... That's not why I love you though. I believe that God wept for me, one day when I was sitting under a tree, a grown woman, upset because someone had torn every emotion from my heart and upon offering friendship was made to feel less than human. I said "never again!! Well, you said "if you have your purse stolen downtown, are you never going to go downtown again?" "Don't be an emotional cripple" you said. Thank God for you. That's not why I love you though I love you because you are a gift from God and he never gives anything unworthy, or anything or anyone who isn't loving, kind, decent, and uplifting. He never gives hurt, pain, sorrow, or sadness. Thank God I had the good sense to receive it and not question why, how, when what and if. You are a gift who gives roses with no thorns, holds me like a trellis holds a vine and supports without choking the life out of me, gives me sunlight even in rain, and keeps the tides from flooding me and drowning me. You have not only opened an account in my heart and paid dividends beyond measure, but due to your ability with numbers you have somehow managed to work out the one problem no one else could. The problem of "knowing me" and letting me know I am ok, "I did problems" you told your parents. Yes you did, and you are still solving problems, still working magic with numbers and keeping the titanic afloat. Fragile doesn't even begin to describe how I felt when I reached out to you. Fragile and guarded, but oh, not for long. No, you cannot keep me quiet as you can tell. The woman you wanted, if that woman is indeed myself, was already created, she was merely sleeping, merely waiting to be awakened. And so, , be careful what you wish for, what you pray for! You just may receive it, only you just won't understand the entire picture until it is completely finished. Like all beautiful pictures some become more priceless with time, and I don't know God's timetable...but as a lover of clocks don't wind us. We won't run on batteries, and there is no second hand. Only four very loving hands that will some day touch..... and hold onto their gift... that's why I love you because you are a gift...... [This message has been edited by The Lady of Shallot (edited 10-05-2001).] |
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sunshinemist Senior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 595Fl. sunshines early mist |
A very Lovely write! Much wisdom in your words. God does know that time. Enjoyed, ~Marie~ |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
This is absolutely precious. I loved the words about God's gifts to us and how He would never give us a "bad" gift, but only the best. Well done here, Lady. God bless America, my home sweet home. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Wow - Lady - You really poured your heart into this. I sincerely hope that the person to whom it is directed reads this and realizes what a gift they have given you. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
BEAUTIFULLY PENNED!!! ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
Sunshine mist: thank you, I hesitated in posting this, I thought it silly but it's from my heart to a man who gave me so much love in such a short time. Elizabeth: Yes, a good gift always comes from God, thank you for reading. Long John: He did and he knew. Thank you for reading. Enchantress: I appreciate your words! Thank you. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Lady I was amazed that my heart wanted this love letter to keep going on and on...a pleasure to read...James |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
wow. . . just like the name that you bear. . . your heart is open and free. . . love is a gift. . . but who gives it?? some would say it is given to us. . . but, I feel that we give it to ourselves. . . well done. . . just wonderful. . .  --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
James Michael, Sven, thank you sirs for replying. -befriend yourself and you will never be alone- |
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