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"My Thoughts on
Love
What I would say to the woman I love.
My speech would be eloquent and masculine; the tone of my voice would be
strong and warm. She would be
looking to my eyes and see fire and galaxies being created.
Through looking into what I think, she would find safety, solitude, and
companionship beyond measure. She
would intertwine into my brain taking journeys to any place she wanted to see.
My senses would sooth her and fill her soul with love.
As I spoke the words for her ears to hear, she would listen intently
savoring every spoken sound, every utterance would captivate her mind and fill
her with wonder. If I spoke words
to tell her of my love, they would touch her in places she thought once locked
away forever. During the share
there would be fear, fear of hopes and dreams, fear a reality always hope for
but never reached. Fears of
desperation wanting loneliness to be in rapture once again in love and passion.
I would hope as I spoke the words to the woman I
loved, she would feel the most pleasant of feelings.
In her hands she would hold mine slowly and caress them slowly with her
hand, admire the look of my hands, admire the man standing before her.
My words would reach into her heart and fill it with blood.
Blood cells would race throughout her body sending energy to passion that
makes her live. Her heart would
grow 10 times her usual size. She’d
be filled with joy and wonder, she would think (he talks to me.) He writes
dreams of me, he believes in me. At
this moment of trust, she would grab hold tighter and pull his lips to hers. And when they were barely touching, she would sense his lips,
anticipate the kiss, and slowly ever so slowly pull away.
If I spoke the words to the woman I love, she
would know. In every thought and
every place she went to, she would know I was thinking of her.
As she lived her life, she would know.
She would copy down the words in her mind. She would guard them with ten angels and let no evil ever
touch what she finally found to be so pure.
She would protect it like the greatest treasure she had ever found in her
entire life. She would laugh at the
world. She would see through hate.
She would see through all that is unholy.
And she would know peace.
Her prayers of Thanksgiving and praise would free her! I love this man she would
say.
These words I know she hears.
Even when I don’t speak a word.
Love can never be written in words without the gift of love to make them
work. It is inspired teaching that
love creates. For if we cannot put
love into words, how can we ever tell our write poems, songs, and literature
that will turn someone’s hope into a home?
The woman I love, she knows the words.
She has them in her heart, she has them in her mind, and she has them in
her soul. The most purists three
words I have ever known, I tell her to let her know.
To the woman I love, I just want to say, I love you.
Thomas A Sutor P O Box 2343
Lompoc, CA 93438
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All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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