We all love the feeling of LOVE, I adore everything
that evokes that feeling in me, the warmth of delight
the experience of rising into the air to look down
upon ants unable to share this ecstasy
The passion when something unleashes a torrent
of approval within us, an energetic change to our
consciousness, a heightened awareness of the
world and self, a sudden brilliance in sunlight
This emotional upheaval is precious and I guard it
with my life, returning to it in my mind though the
people inspiring it are long gone; I trust I shall
meet them again in the non-physical dimensions
Where my spirit shall continue its existence after
death, I hope to meet my favourite authors and
the special men who made me feel honoured to
be alive, I want to thank them, everyone – to
Hold them in this symbolic embrace, kiss noble
visages that filled my heart with hope when the
world offered none – thank you to all those who
cared enough to show what they felt, who
Shared a moment in time with me; your loving
regard filled my cup, succoured me in storms
threatening despair of lonely isolation – I still
feel your eyes, still cherish the stolen kiss…
13 June 2013
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