Heart to Heart

How can I consider anyone else? 

There's nobody with whom I'd rather set up house.

You set my synapses ablaze,

with cunning words in lofty phrase

My heart skips like double dutch,

tightly held in your warm clutch

Snuggled in deep, closing the distance,

heart to hearts on the phone for instance

Though we've made no promises,

guilty I feel in the arms of  any other Thomases.

 

The Leprechaun

                       A slow, drawn out goodbye

                       Smile fades

                       Sullen face can't deny, sadness

                      Sadness builds towers of emotion

                      Gestures beguile

                     Head spinning with thoughts of devotion

                      Devotion, vocabulary not found in your lexicon

                 

                      Are you any more trustworthy than a leprechaun?

                    

Counterfeit Love

Don't give me no counterfeit love for it's not love at all,
it boosts you up and whirls you about, just to let you fall.

It's limited, conditional, always putting itself first,
it's empty, it's dry, never satisfying the thirst.

It looks good, but doesn't feel right as it has no depth.
It poses well, but when tried on, is just a once-used shell.

It yells, it screams, drawing all attention to itself.
It draws out desires and feelings of another just to dump them on a forgotten shelf.

Unstable like Jenga, shifting with the wind,
It points fingers, avoiding blame, leaves you sitting in a puddle of shame.

LOVE IS

"Love is the active concern for the life and the growth of that which we love..."  - Erich Fromm


 This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  1 John 4:10

"Love is grace standing on justice." -  B.J.E. May

My most favourite description of love to date is this:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.  - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8    THAT, my friends, is LOVE in its TRUEST, PUREST form.

A couple of articles about love in case you're interested:

Nature of Love

Blocks to Love

My Wife Is Not The Same Woman That I Married

Good Old-Fashioned Romance

I have been wondering if good old-fashioned romance still exists.  You know the kind where the couple makes it work over great distances and time??  The kind where a guy will ride his bike across the country or swim the ocean to see his girl??


In this day and age, with online dating sites and whatnot, it's so easy to cast your net on the other side of the boat and lavish your affections on the next fish out of the sea....especially when there are obstacles to/in a relationship.


Those were my thoughts when I happened upon a story by Amy Seger called, "Five Dates, Eleven Hundred Letters and Fifty-Five Years Later."  This true story is about a couple who met during the second world war.   They had only been on a few dates when they vowed to write to each other daily while the guy, an American soldier, was abroad.  The couple was apart for 16 months and during that time they wrote 1100 letters! When the soldier returned to the U.S,  he mailed home a 23 pound package of letters from his love.  A month after their joyous reunion they were married.

Does anyone write love letters anymore?