In a lifetime of love like snowflakes…none being the same. Somethings are worth repeating.
i carry your heart with me
i carry it in
my heart
i am never without it
anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling.
i fear no fate
for you are my fate,my sweet
i want
no world
for beautiful you are my world,my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
♥♥♥
I CARRY YOUR HEART
I CARRY IT IN MY HEART
##I Carry Your Heart – EE Cummings
However, my character
defects are as blatant as the
scowl on my cat's face at
feeding time. And, it is as of
late,
that I have truly embraced my
gross behavior.
I suppose that it is out
of fear, due to a recent
surgery. Or, more to the point, it is out of sheer
boredom and a 'no choice but to think myself into mental jail' induced by pain medication, that I have these...
hourly reflections.
I am gross! I know it. I spit into the wind. I
tend to laugh without an inside voice...too much in a
quiet theater. I share my ice cream with the dogs. I cry
when watching democratic debates. And, I breakdown into
hysterics...when watching republican debates.
And, it is a fact that...
I have told my partner on
numerous occasions if Susan Sarandon or Helen Mirren
offered themselves to me...in a biblical sense; that I
would be late for dinner.
Here's the thing...We are all vulnerable. First and
foremost, we guard our psyche with true valor and honor. But love, the forever kind, does something to us. It
opens the door for me and/or us to face our faults and say,
'I don't care if she knows what my secrets are!'
A lifelong love knows the answer to:
"When did Brenda and Eddy start going steady?"
Silly!
"1975!"
Therefore, it is also a fact that...
My partner and her can of Lysol will always accept my
burning incense of Patchouli!
Just the other day, Megan, had let it slip...the
ultimate, you are the only one for me, statement...
"Did I tell you? The whole month of September...I was
pissed at you? Can't even remember why! 'Kept ignoring
your foolish shit. Your bad singing! You know...I had
been pretending
that I wasn't mad, but I was, but I wasn't! No matter!
You never figured it out. So I just gave up...being mad, that is!"
Every morning, since I have found that crutches and I do not mix, I look over at the
Best Friend with Benefits...smile and think...
"Thank Christ I am somebody's angel!"
