Farewell to Love
Go forth with love,
with kindness undaunted.
Let your mind be at peace,
where demons have haunted.
Keep your heart always light,
let it flutter like the breeze.
Let your eyes perceive the truth,
like the depth upon the seas.
May your touch be gentle,
your warmth as a flame.
Let your words speak softly,
without anger, spite or blame.
This beautiful spontaneous woman-child, who prances
and dances and flips and twirls.
When she wraps her arms around a man at work, it's just a silly tease.
When she wraps her arms around a friend at play, it's genuine love.
Still unsure of herself, pondering, wondering,
she'll pout like a child when she's sad, and radiate joy when she's happy.
She'll take refuge inside her cacoon, then burst forth from a caterpillar to a butterfly.
Always an enigma, she holds the key to key to her beautiful, constantly changing
soul.
She holds the key to a man's heart, but cannot see it.
She is wild and free, with wings like a butterfly, but you can't catch her, as much
as you try.
Her body is a rainbow of colors, as she spins and
dances by.
You might catch a glimpse of her tattoos when she makes love to you.
Tickle her leg, and a tiny Elf laughs merrily.
Kiss her stomach, and a Spider scurries along its web.
Stroke her arm, and a flower unfolds its petals.
She'll tease you, brushing your face with her soft red hair,
And gaze intently at you with clear blue eyes.
But you won't fool her.
She's watching you, listening to you...
Hearing the words on the tip of your tongue,
Feeling the love in the center of your heart,
Sensing the vibrations in the depths of your soul.
Her eyes are clear and limpid;
When she looks right through me I turn away.
Her voice is cool and raspy;
When she speaks to me softly it soothes my mind.
Her love is warm and gentle;
When she touches me tenderly I cry like a baby.
Her soul is restless and unstill;
When she lays beside me though, I am at peace.
Her anger is cold and biting;
When she attacks me mercilessly it freezes my soul.
Her heart is fickle and uncertain;
When she leaves me my world is black as night.
Where did my friend go,
Who I met along the way?
Who came into my heart,
But stayed for just a day.
She told me that she loved me,
And that she really cared.
But when I said I loved her,
She acted really scared.
Now my heart is broken,
My soul is torn apart,
And words no longer spoken,
Echo in my heart.
She'll take needle, thread and fabric
and weave a vision just for you.
A dress, a skirt, a costume,
She'll make a fantasy come true.
She's a kalidescope of colors
in her dresses soft to touch.
With the talent of an artist,
he believes in her so much.
Watching her through trials and struggles,
he knows what she's going through.
And one day, he knows, she will take her gift,
and make her dreams come true.
This is Carrie, my last love - the girl with the "long brown hair." (you
can't see it in this photo, but she has long hair down to her waist.) She's beautiful,
talented, funny, warm and fun. She has a cute little boy named Michael. the following
poem was written for them:
God's Gift
All snips and snails and puppy dog
tails,
this beautiful little boy, his hair so pale.
Learning to walk, learning to run,
laughing and playing in the warm morning sun.
She'll tickle his belly and make
him squeal with delight,
then gently kiss his head, and tuck him in at night.
Through ups and downs, he'll laugh
and cry,
then she'll sing him to sleep with a sweet lullaby.
Hand in hand, sharing sorrows and
joys,
They'll go through life, this mother and boy.
For he is her friend, eternally,
The one who came, and will always be.