Love Letter To Myself

I love you. I just want to like you. I want to like the things you do. I want to like the way you are. I want to be consumed by your passion for me and you consumed by my passion. My passion that bubbles below the surface waiting for your every touch. Your every look. Like a book melting us together on the pages of love. I want to express my love to you. Eloquently. Graciously. With joy and abandonment. Consuming you, consuming me till we become one. Harolding from the roof tops, every mountain, every valley my love for you. Growing and expanding with each breath. Connecting one with another and that connection reaching out into the universe. Deep down into mother earth herself. Cleansing and healing. Recycling the past wounds. Healing as no other has been healed before. Clever, cagey - still reaching. Seeing the dream - reaching, seeing - stretching. Falling with love, not 'in' it. Taking part in your growth as you take part in mine. Hand in hand. At arms length. Giving each other room to grow. At times even letting go. Letting go. Caring enough to just let go. Let go and watch me soar. To the sky, to the shore, to the stars above. Heaven help us when I come back and it's your time to soar. I will need the strength and courage it took you to let me go. I will know you will be there even when it's your time to soar. And I will be rejoicing and cheering you on. Seeing you go higher and farther. Reaching your star. And in that moment I will love you even more. Sweet is each moment of each day as I grow fonder and closer and pray for your well being as well as my own. I own these feelings of true pure love, my darling. And I am joyous in my sharing them with you. For you see my love, you care. You see me as I really am. My faults are beauty in your eyes. My world has a different perspective from your eyes. I am labeled differently in your world. I reflect from a different light. I see me and the beauty of me in your face. You give me parts of me I knew not before. I drinketh in the sweetness I am, for you shower me with praise and your love. I charish the touch of you. Your hugs, that special twinkle in your eye. Hold me dear one so I can let you go.

1995