Loving you, loving me!
Something about you caught and embraced my heart when we first met; your warmth, your genuine love for humanity and the world.These caught my attention. I thought, “This guy is a real nice guy!”Later you became my most cherished friend, I needed one just then. You woke me up! You gave me hope, trust, respect, belief then love. It was so easy to love who you were. So very easy my love. Anger and hurt had caused me to protect my heart before you came into my life. I was so surprised! I could not imagine meeting someone like you. You won me over with such ease simply by your charms. You came to me, took my face in your hands___I had been told that you had been watching me. I was teased that whenever I talked about you I lit up, and this was said of you. But that very day___You walked straight at me, took my face in your hands, and you kissed me so gently on my lips. It was fireworks! I nearly died! Then you said, “I love who you are! OMG! That was the one thing I had wanted to hear all my life! And you said it! I fell so in love with you right there on the spot! How I miss you! Missing you hurts. We were so entangled with how we loved one another. We said, “One to be two, two to be one!” Now, I am left behind with your love, but not you. My heart is broken. I have been afraid to feel, yet I know I must! So a return to writing poems where I rely on feelings to express the deeper thoughts. You are no longer here to talk, it’s not the same without you. We had a world of our own did we not? I miss your arms holding me all night, your kiss upon my neck, the touch of your hands running down my thigh. Your snuggling closer. I miss teasing and flirting with you just to make you turn red. Being a stud-muffin was the last thing you’d ever see yourself as! But then I became Doll-face! And there we were! Your lovemaking was as the tinkling notes played of Sarabandes, Gymnopedies, Gnossiennes by Erik Satie. This was what it was like when you so deeply touched my soul with your way of loving me. You made me feel so beautiful, so wanted as a woman. How lucky I was! We grew older metamorphosing together but that metamorphosing does not matter when love is so entangled. Nothing matters but who you are to each other. I love you and miss you my dearest, dearest Thomas.