I'm taking a vacation day.
Yeah, sigh, those pages are truly great,
aren't they? But we are just a little
prejudiced. Still, I believe while it
might enthrall some readers, no one would
really understand like we do. Maybe I
could do something like that for the
general public.
If you would allow me take some prose
from your journal like your other friend
did and weave my spell around it. Oh, yes, it would be a lot of work. But
a labor of love, handled very tenderly.
Hugs
The Man Who Loves Too Much
...I like people, all kinds, all walks.
There is something to be gained in
knowing everyone. Good, bad, old, young,
rich, poor, tall, short, male, female. I
tend to get along better with females
though, as not many men share the softer
side of life that I see through other's
eyes. A blessing I'll always embrace.
About the money. I was stating a fact
actually. An accomplishment to myself. I
could live on less money and be happy,
as long as I have my friends. Now, I'm
tired of living alone. I need to move on
and get back on the saddle again. But,
it's people, and dear ones like you that
have been my salvation. You brighten my
heart like you wouldn't believe! :-)
The Tin Man
Yes, Michael, I am beginning to get the
whole composite now, or at least a
better picture of who you are.
I believe in instant connection,
immediate rapport, unspoken
understanding, uncontrollable passion
and total surrender. That's what I'm
looking for, longing for and waiting
for. You don't order that off the
menu.
More than just being in love, I
believe in love. The real thing that
neither time nor distance nor
circumstances can touch. I don't know
how all of that fits in with having a
one and only for life. There are
workable relationships and there is love
which survives the impossible. I may
never have a workable relationship. And
that is lonely. But I have known
reciprocal love.
And I have also known love that was not
reciprocal. So painful. Never again. So
you are the man who loves too much. As
the tin man says, Now I know I have a
heart, because it's breaking.
This is my promise to you. To help you
in your loneliness. That's all. However
I can. If you cry and rust, I will oil
you. If you cannot hear your heart
ticking, listen to me. I will echo your
beating heart. If you are far away from
home, I will click my heels. I am not a
good witch or a bad witch. But Toto and
I have been down this road, clinging to
each other. And we have met some very
special people on the way, who like us,
never knew, til there was validation.
The great wizard can't do it. Only
friends.
U-GAF
Irma
I don't know that I'll find that elusive
butterfly either. Most likely NOT at
this stage. I don't look either. Love
finds me in the form of words typed out
in emails, tears in semicolons, and hugs
in Parentheses.
I have wept many times over my keyboard,
at other's losses and pain over the last
3 1/2 years being on the net. It was
good for me to grow in my spirit. It was
cleansing too.
*sigh* You are my dancer.. my delightful
dancer.. Irma.. :-)
A Dream
~from Michael~ Tonight is a dream. And I choose to
dream of Irma. In a previous e-mail you
wrote:
Michael TrueOne.
Is this a dream or reality?
Tired of the fight. Giving up the
masquerade. Letting go of the raft.
Letting go of the stone. Swimming to
each other's embrace. Trusting more than
the senses, believing in magic, stronger
than will. And now aided by the surge of
the tide. That same tide which would
destroy us, bringing us closer together.
At last touching, the sea recedes. The
land emerges under our feet. Smiling,
wondering, scarcely daring to believe,
yet at once knowing.
Everything is a dream.
Everything is a reality.
Irma
I know that I would be putty in your
hands. So the fear is very real.. I
love loving you here, at a safe distance
where you cannot capture me. Steal me
away from this mundane existence that is
life. You enrapture me in teasing
"possibilities" that one only has a rare
chance to seize. Yet bids danger to the
future of said stability. You are
exciting..
I shall be there.. waiting at your
chamber door.. to release your bindings,
dress you in caressing silk nightwear.
Guiding you gently to your soft bed.. A
long and gentle kiss of our lips says
"sleep well my dear.. dream of a time
that was in perfection, a time that will
be magnificent, a time that none can
ever take from you.. because it was MADE
for you in this moment of love."
~from Irma~
Morning Michael
Irma
~from Michael~
Morning sweets..
~from Irma~
You are too precious!
You are a good witch babe ( she really
wasn't a witch, *G* I bet her name was
Irma! ).. You and Toto make the world
right for Tin Men. :-)
Think I'll call it a night here.. the
rain is pittering outside. Great night
for a fire, good movie, and a darling
cuddled by me on the couch.. :-) Join
me in a dream.. ok? Catch you later
hon.
Love and hugs,
Michael<
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~from Irma~ Hmmm, let's see
if you remember the
invitation to join you in a dream?
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~from Michael~
I have given up the fight. I no longer
try to hide my heart, my concerns, nor
my feelings. It is too hard to fight
what the heart feels.
Have a wonderful Sunday hon..
Love and kisses,
Michael
FOOTNOTE: Michael is now with the woman he loves. And Irma is so very happy for him. Love is not as elusive as we make it to be. Sometimes it is sitting right on our shoulders! Please take care of your own love and it will return to you. But even if you are not with a special partner, you can still keep your heart alive - with words, with dreams, and dear sweet friends. Michael's homepage may be found on my links page under Love & Poetry. When you visit, please sign his guestbook and tell him Irma sent you. Thanks.