I seek connection, and I invite your courage, but first a little
love-sonnet, written just for You:
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The ways of love will never really change
Those without can see, the rest are blind
And even though this laptop hunt is strange
We're goaded well by "seek and ye shall find"
But what to do to maximize my chance
Of falling upward into Heaven's gaze
To revel with an angel who's a match
At least in all the category ways?
She must like this, of course she'd never that
Her tastes align to mine in ev'ry way
Else with another avatar I'll chat
And if she falters, send her, too, away
Perhaps I'll someday wake -- but back in time
When all I needed was your hand in mine
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Will you walk with me, Mysterious Mistress, along the shoreline where experience meets growth? Many spectacular sights will loom right and left, nature’s vastness on the one side, and the glorious creations of man on the other. Thoughts and the unthinkable, words and the unsayable, nightfall and his lover, dawn -- all will dance in the spaces between our footsteps, blessed offspring of our selves, met, as we learn from within and sparkle outwardly in the midst of those around us in need of inspiration. Emotion, I both promise and warn, will swell like the sea: calling, heaving, tempting, rising, crashing, splashing, atomizing into a salty mist and then regenerating into beads of sweat upon flushed skin and eventide traces of teardrops in the quiet of holding.
In the face of calm skies and tempestuous winds, we will stride forward, emboldened by the mutual pull of a hand embedded in another, not alone on this stroll, and never again apart, in the timeless spirit of love. We will ponder tomorrow while cherishing today, as the conspiracy of all our yesterdays, maker of the now, if retouched, looking back, in hues of gratitude and optimism, congeals in sweet confession: we want more.
I promise sincerity, and I ask no more than that, in return. Perhaps we will come, step by step and hand in hand, to discover a love that defies entropy; then our hearts and lives will join our spirits, entwined forever.
Such are the poetic ideals of my search for you, Unknown Lover. Trust that my day-to-day is no less idealistic – and equally ironic. Such is my blessing to engage the mundane plane with extraordinary effect. I’m a dad with both joy and drama, a teacher with both passion and technique, a friend and neighbor with both easy smile and strong back, and a lover with both open arms and guarded heart.
We will laugh a lot. We may cry some. We will melt together as one. We will affirm our individuality. We will plan in detail. We will launch into the wilderness without a map. Most of all, we will enrich each other with our authenticity, perhaps exceeding all the loves of our lives in mutual satisfaction and deep growth.
Is there a catch? The catch is the freeness of our spirits – like the ocean breeze, so easy to love, so hard to hang onto. When we clasp to capture, love disappears; when we open to allow, love lingers and pleases. If we cannot leave one another, we never will. I'm pretty sure about that.
Will you walk with me? You must first compel my heart by intriguing my mind. Beauty lies therein. I will love to meet you, but first you must share with me a peek at your very soul, glimpses revealed in sweet expression and honest exploration of what might come to be.
Lasting, warm, sweet, hopeful, and honest – I send to you a kiss, just for reading my poem.
Best wishes always, M.
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The ways of love will never really change
Those without can see, the rest are blind
And even though this laptop hunt is strange
We're goaded well by "seek and ye shall find"
But what to do to maximize my chance
Of falling upward into Heaven's gaze
To revel with an angel who's a match
At least in all the category ways?
She must like this, of course she'd never that
Her tastes align to mine in ev'ry way
Else with another avatar I'll chat
And if she falters, send her, too, away
Perhaps I'll someday wake -- but back in time
When all I needed was your hand in mine
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Will you walk with me, Mysterious Mistress, along the shoreline where experience meets growth? Many spectacular sights will loom right and left, nature’s vastness on the one side, and the glorious creations of man on the other. Thoughts and the unthinkable, words and the unsayable, nightfall and his lover, dawn -- all will dance in the spaces between our footsteps, blessed offspring of our selves, met, as we learn from within and sparkle outwardly in the midst of those around us in need of inspiration. Emotion, I both promise and warn, will swell like the sea: calling, heaving, tempting, rising, crashing, splashing, atomizing into a salty mist and then regenerating into beads of sweat upon flushed skin and eventide traces of teardrops in the quiet of holding.
In the face of calm skies and tempestuous winds, we will stride forward, emboldened by the mutual pull of a hand embedded in another, not alone on this stroll, and never again apart, in the timeless spirit of love. We will ponder tomorrow while cherishing today, as the conspiracy of all our yesterdays, maker of the now, if retouched, looking back, in hues of gratitude and optimism, congeals in sweet confession: we want more.
I promise sincerity, and I ask no more than that, in return. Perhaps we will come, step by step and hand in hand, to discover a love that defies entropy; then our hearts and lives will join our spirits, entwined forever.
Such are the poetic ideals of my search for you, Unknown Lover. Trust that my day-to-day is no less idealistic – and equally ironic. Such is my blessing to engage the mundane plane with extraordinary effect. I’m a dad with both joy and drama, a teacher with both passion and technique, a friend and neighbor with both easy smile and strong back, and a lover with both open arms and guarded heart.
We will laugh a lot. We may cry some. We will melt together as one. We will affirm our individuality. We will plan in detail. We will launch into the wilderness without a map. Most of all, we will enrich each other with our authenticity, perhaps exceeding all the loves of our lives in mutual satisfaction and deep growth.
Is there a catch? The catch is the freeness of our spirits – like the ocean breeze, so easy to love, so hard to hang onto. When we clasp to capture, love disappears; when we open to allow, love lingers and pleases. If we cannot leave one another, we never will. I'm pretty sure about that.
Will you walk with me? You must first compel my heart by intriguing my mind. Beauty lies therein. I will love to meet you, but first you must share with me a peek at your very soul, glimpses revealed in sweet expression and honest exploration of what might come to be.
Lasting, warm, sweet, hopeful, and honest – I send to you a kiss, just for reading my poem.
Best wishes always, M.
