Couldn't Count The Ways

I can tell you almost everything I love about you.I can see everything I love about you.I can show you I love you, but I cannot show you enough; and you will barely have a glimpse of how I feel about you.

First Time We Met...

I was back packing in India

on my way to Goa, thumbing for a ride. You stopped just passed me. I ran to the side of your Defender, just as I was thanking you for stopping, and asking; "How far you're going... you pushed a Beretta in my face and said; "Entrer Vous Asshole." As I reluctantly entered the vehicle I asked; "uhmmm... do we know each other?" I remember you accelerated rapidly, driving like you stole this Defender... well, the military markings on the vehicle were a bit of a give away. (wondering to myself "What dumbass gets into a vehicle with a derange psychopath"; and there in that moment it dawned on me that this is very much like the start of my previous two marriages.)

So, there we are, you driving frantically in the midst of over populated traffic of bicycles, mopeds, assorted vehicles, transports and pedestrians... I couldn't help notice how intense you were; your beautiful long hair loosely pulled back, and up in a pony tail, elliptical angles of your chin and cheeks, lovely neck of a ballerina, round plump breast barely concealed by the olive drab tank top, and black lace bra... (wondering to myself; in this heat, and with you seemingly focused on a get-a-way; what was it that aroused your nipples?) ...slender waist of your khaki twill shorts rolled up above mid thigh... two lovely thighs; between which rest the Beretta recently pushed in my grill. I believe you were wearing matching olive drab socks rolled down atop of your brown chukkas. (Now thinking back, I was wearing an olive drab polo, my favourite khaki twill short, military sock rolled down atop of my chukkas.) Light golden tan and a beautiful glow about you... like when you're having sex.

It didn't seem a good time to ask why you were racing around pointing guns at strangers, but I had to ask eventually. You said; "you were having a bad day... you missed fighting with the Resistance, and had the urge to kill someone." you then said; "I'm sorry, but you are going to be having a bad day today too." (wondering to myself; I should have eaten breakfast this morning.)

I was about to suggest you let me out on the other side of the bridge is when suddenly a skeleton of a man on his bike cut you off; you veered into the oncoming traffic, nearly missing a transport bus, and crashing through the bridge wall.(wondering to myself; I doubt you are insured for this.) We plunged into the river below, the force of the water push the wind shield back; which knocks you unconscious. I pull both of us out of the wreckage and swim us to shore.

What started as me giving you mouth to mouth became a long passionate very arousing kiss... (that and the cool water made both our nipples firm.) You looked at me and said; "Well Bugger, I can't very well kill you now. Towit I replied: I appreciate that, now if you don't mind I have to retrieve my back pack and get the hell out of here.

You asked very curiously; what's the rush??? I kindly replied; I'd like to travel everywhere I want; however, I don't have a passport, but I do have an obscene sum of money in my back pack... and on the odds that you might change your mind...  Au revoir.

Human Sunshine

How fair and bright is the morning lightAfter the night’s deep gloom,When the sunshine streams with golden beamsOn the roses in their bloom.But he who sheds wherever he treadsLove’s light o’er friends and foes,Gives life more power for the trying hourThan sunshine gives the rose.Ah, vanish fears when love appearsAnd kisses faint hope to life,Gives strength for the right and nerve to fightIn a seemingly hopeless strife.With glowing ray love illumines the wayTo victory’s goal at last,And in her light we forget the nightAnd the sorrowful hours fly past.And we who are left, of a friend bereft,Through all these changing years,Though our eyes grow dim when we think of him,May mingle our smiles with tears.For pure and good, in his young manhood,His faith was clear and high.He has found sweet rest, across his breast,The cross of Sigma Chi.

Revelations:

When the Lamb opened the fourth Seal there came a dark resounding voice of a creature so disturbing to my Soul I felt the earth quake; and the voice commanded; COME! I looked and before me was a great horse whose flanks did bulge from enduring many victorious Battles.

The Pale gray and white shimmer of the Beast coat momentarily distracts your eyes from the Master Horseman; but, only for a moment. Behold the Pale Rider; his named Death; and Hades will follow close behind.

I met Death two days ago; and as I looked Death in the face; Death's look pierced through my Soul. I could feel the point of Death's dagger come from behind his eyes and press firmly against my throat; but, twas not my time; and what I saw looking into the face of Death was a mirror image of myself. The same hair, eyes, build, the way he stood; and when Death spoke, I spoke.

Then Death turned, and away he went with a purpose.

Let’s Sail Away

Close your eyes, hush your lips, sleep tonight, and dream way your fears.
Don't shed your tears, the nightmare won't appear, so clear your mind of woes.
Think of happiness, while I sing you this lullaby, I will never let go.
Listen to the whispering wind, and imagine what it tells you my dears.

Let's sail away on a golden ship with silvery mains full, and sail thru the starlet night.
We'll ride a snow capped crystal blue wave, in search of the crystal blue moon.
A gentle breeze softly blows; the winds of night so softly are signing and waiting.
Waiting to sail your worries away; so sail away from your cares of this day.
Soon the sea will carry them away, keeping your tears for another day.
Let's sail the sea by the ship near the key, and sail from our hearts our troubles away.

Love That Touches Me

That she hast my heart chiefly, and my sorrow. That she hast not all is my grief, ‘til morrow comes.

Loving offenders; a loss in love that touches me more.

Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her.

Thou dost love her, because thou knowst she love you.

Loving zenith my heart ; though pang of her absences.

That I hast weaken from loss of my love’s affections.

That I hast strengthen from thou to hold my love twain.

If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, so bury me.

And both for my sake lay on me this cross, O’ Lord.

But here’s the joy O' Lord; She and I become one.

Flattery Sweet flattery! Then she loves but me alone.

Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm. And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door. It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more. And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do. The memory of love will see you through.

Oh love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel. For some a way of living, for some a way to feel. And some say love is holding on and some say letting go. And some say love is everything, some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain. Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true.

My memories of love will be of you.

-- John Denver