wist and fitful longing flourish in the hearts of isolated lovers for the long and lonely distance borne by fate and fickle purpose — 4/6/10 – 137 #favorite
the rush and press of kind strangers fill the hours with questions, and practiced replies. getting to know the world in which you live and all its inhabitants is a pleasure i would not let pass me by — 4/4/10 – 135
the warmth of your touch is a thrill to set my heart beating the feel of your fingertips is a world to encapsulate my hopes and dreams — 4/1/10 – 132 #poetry #love
your presence is intoxicating a heady wine that saturates and sets my senses alive with dreams — 3/23/10 – 122
how do i resolve the creeping tension, the knot of pain, the sweet agony residing in my heart? i can feel its emotion welling in my throat the fear and hope and beginning throes of love — 3/20/10 – 117
starlight, smile bright the girl i love is mine tonight i wish i may, i wish i might have her to hold til morning light — 3/6/10 – 102
i would spirit away the hours and spend my time with nary a thought to cost or consequence. we would speak of common things and i would not trade it for all the uncommon the world would offer. — 3/3/10 – 99 #ruth
your voice warms me with its lingering joy like a warm wine or heady potion and it leaves me happier than i was the day before we met — 2/28/10 – 96 #ruth
your dyadic relationship defies expectation covalent bonds shared deeply nurtured by love — 2/1/10 – 68
your gaiety is a balm to a weary soul your laughter a sweet surcease to the turmoil made strong by heartbreak and care unrequited, unfulfilled until you bloomed in my life — 1/29/10 – 65
by our confession / his indwelling made perfect / our hearts for love — loosely from 1 John 4:15-19
you were my rest and i ached to rest weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath. i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers, calico, and my fondest dreams. we were so close to perfect, but now you’re gone, and i find myself missing you — 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
someone said the test of love is making hard decisions– choosing, for another’s sake, the necessary actions; taking the proper path though strewn with rocks, watered with tears, and fraught with pain. for love chooses what is best chooses what must be shouldered, borne, and done, in spite of what…
She is a song.not the weaker,but more fragile,softer, sweetercounterpoint:to my melody
who are You Lord,to pursue me with Your love?who made the wind and the rain?who made the mountains danceand the very earth tremble.who are You Lord,to invest Yourself in me?I who merit naught but judgment?I who have spurned the sweetest giftsof your deep and merciful heart.