I love your gentle strength. It is what makes me want you. I love the gentle strength of your presence, how you enter the room and fill it with your self-assurance without intimidating me. I love the gentle strength of your deep voice ripping into laughter as easily as commanding attention to your stated convictions. I love the gentle strength of your touch, unafraid to hug full body, close surrounding me with yourself, even as your fingertips feather my cheek. I love the gentle strength of your rescuing me from arachnoid creatures in the night, when I scream in terror, and you appear quietly, quickly entombing the offender in tissue before its swirling descent into the city sewer. I love your gentle strength in bed, enfolded in you, caressed, obsessed, possessed and totally content. I love your gentle strength. I love you. --8/18/2000
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Every day that passes brings us closer together, closer to the time when we can be together. And the more we get to know each other, the more at ease and comfortable we grow to be, the more exciting it is to be with each other. The more we grow to love each other, the more love we discover is deep within each other. Every time we kiss, it feels more natural than ever, yet more sparks ignite than ever before. With every day that passes, we are more a part of each other than I ever dreamed possible. --10/19/95
I am your love phantom,
your elusive dream,
your Zhivago.
I am the woman you've wanted all your life,
but never really believed she existed.
And then one day,
I walked into your life,
and it felt like you had known me forever.
But you were quite unprepared
for loving me,
knowing full well
there was someone else
who loved me, too.
Still, you allowed your heart
to fly free,
to open to me
to take me in.
You fell madly and hopelessly in love with me,
couldn't help it,
never intended to,
feeling that no one else could ever,
in a thousand lifetimes,
be as warm and wonderful
as me.
Now you see me torn,
my heart split in two,
loving her,
and loving you, too.
Still, you hope beyond hope,
that someday,
somehow,
I will be yours alone.
How, or when, or even if,
matters not,
you're willing to share me
with her,
as long as you have to,
though you don't want to,
but you will.
For now.
You are obsessed,
possessed,
driven by fierce desire,
a fire
that glows,
persistent, unquenchable.
And so, you wait,
even if it takes a lifetime,
for the dream to become reality.
--2/14/94
To love is to hurt
And hurt after love is to feel
pain in the depths of
your being
But to live without feeling
is merely to exist,
drabbly,
coldly.
So, let me live,
and love,
and hurt,
and love again--
For love after hurt is
to feel the warmth
of April sunshine
after an endless storm.
--10/24/73
“You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me”
“For me, love does not exist. If I marry, I will marry for money, for financial security. I will marry for intellectual stimulation, for professional and/or social status–even for sex–but never for love.”
Please don't say you love me-- What is love to me? Love means only pain, And brief is ecstasy. If you want to marry, If you're really sure, Then share with me your money; Make me feel secure. But I must have my freedom In order to stay sane. I'm proud and free (though lone) now, But free I must remain. Never say you love me, Just reach to me your mind With thought and understanding; I'll satisfaction find. Let me status know, A great career (or two!), Good friends, good wine, and laughter, A future bright in view. And if you say you love me But sex you do not give, Then how can you expect That I will with you live? I will cook and clean, I'll do what must be done, I will have your babies, Or, if you wish, have none. Perform a husband's duties, I'll do each wifely task, But just don't say you love me; It's much, too much, to ask. For words are easy, talk is cheap, And promises are free; But love costs hurt and heartbreak-- There's no such thing for me! --10/10/73
Please give me a chance to learn to love you I think I could I would be warm and loving I would do anything for you in return for your love. I will never, ever say this out loud-- only watch you and wait for you and hope that you can tell --10/5/73
...the brief moments of your love are well worth all the long nights of pain... --10/3/73
What is beauty without love?
How lovely is a world
chill with indifference?
The sunshine is warm, and the quiet breeze
is soft upon my face,
but I do not sense it.
I hear the music--the majesty that fills
the cathedral and the peace that echoes
from its splendor.
It reaches me,
it touches my inner being
exultant,
sublime...
I gaze toward the stars--
There is silence
and emptiness--
it is no more.
I am alone.
What is beauty without love?
--9/1/73
“Long Time Ago”
Once I had a lover-- Love! He loved me so, Once I was a lover, Long time ago. We were very young then, Young, too young to know, We were, oh, so young then! Long time ago. It was in the springtime, Earth was all aglow; Love was born in springtime, Long time ago. Summer love did ripen, Warm and sweet did grow; Full was love in summer, Long time ago. Autumn love was silent, Strong the North winds blow; Still was love in autumn, Long time ago. Winter love did wither, Heavy came the snow; Love did die in winter, Long time ago. Spring will be tomorrow, Swiftly time does flow; Yesterday was winter, Long time ago. Love may come again, though When I do not know; Love may come as once was, Long time ago. --1973
Love knows no color, Love knows no race, Love is the stardream I see in your face. Love knows no distance, Love crosses miles, Love is the reason for All of my smiles. Age doesn't matter, Makes no difference what size, All that really matters Is the love in your eyes. Love knows no gender But what's meant to be, Love is this special thing Between you and me. --7/31/93