WHAT YOU ARE TO ME

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JOURNAL #35

you are ..............

the keeper of my secrets

the recent and those that have

diminished

over time

a beacon of honesty

upon a planet of oh so many who defy

even as they deny

and I believe this you know

you are a tender place where my heart

can come to

when I just feel  this overwhelming need

to lay down and feel safe

you provide for me a realistic

reflection of just what is

and not some twisted idea

of what I think we can never be

you supply interaction, intellect

playful reparte'

and the blessed bonds of

sweet creativity

you inspire as you question

and love even as you argue

some disagreeable point

between us

you share and you admire

but never lower yourself to demean

in your heart I am captured and freed

and this to me

I am not sure you could

ever fully come to know

just what that means

had I not ever been given

the chance to know you

that to my unknown self

would have been a deeply

terrible tragedy

but you came and you dazzled

and drew me into yourself

and for this whether selfish or

selfless act on your part

I will be grateful

for all eternity

so thank you

for opening that door

from yourself

unto me............................

(March 19, 2009 620pm)






Author's Notes/Comments: 

realizing love via a book on love (cringes here) meaning a historical/time travel witty book on romance. Yes! even I occasionally lower myself to read such lacy garbage. The reparte' and dialogue between the man of his time ( the early 1800s) and the woman of her time ( the latter 20th century) was fast paced and quite delicious. hence the poem.

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