Love letters- never send…

Love letters never send…

Old  man wrote a letter. He wrote “My dear love.”
What we don’t do. These are the  memories that will break our heart forever. You and I. Maybe loco and a bit of  Tomfoolery. You wanted wide open country and I wanted to blessed by your kind and loving eyes. I prayed to the heartless Gods. Make me know your sweet kisses and to know your kind voice. The great sea separate us and I  wished I was a braver man. I want to kiss your beautiful face and to tell you. Love is life and life is love. You are my everything and my last wish.

Wishes and words. Just myth and tale when we accept less. In sweet dreams. You and I are drinking gin and dancing with the Pacific waves on the South America coastline. You and I. Hemingway and Agnes with a perfect ending. We didn’t allow life to keep us apart.
Your beautiful photos and sweet words made a sleeping man believe. Love is life and life is love. You are so far from me and I want a Jack London’s adventure with you. To roam to a new and unknown place. You and I. I want to be near the sea and  to be with you, bare and true. I want you to laugh and dance like the free wildflowers near the Pacific ocean.
Good night sweet lady. Remember the moon and the sun rarely touch. Maybe love is support to be the same. For us to accept less. You told me. I love you dear Johnnie, I want you to know, I love you more.


 Love letters — part two…

My sweet love. We may be foolish. Wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again. I want us to drink the Ambrosia wine made with the sweet fruits of South America. I want to listen to your voice. To fall into your kind and sweet words. I want us to ascend to a new love where  lovers can go. When they know the hazy memory of sad days and forgive themselves of the sins done to them and the sin they have committed. I want us to dare the Gods. Make them smile and laugh. Show them love can win and you and I. Had bled enough and our barren hearts and mind want to enrage the love emotions. I want us to be like children. Needing every kiss and holding deep embrace till the morning light. I want us to play truth and dare. To dance on fire and ice. To know real love will cost plenty. When I find you my dear love. Cross the great sea to be near you. I would fall at your feet and I would lay in your lap. I would whisper. If  it be your will. I want us to know what the ancient Poets knew. Love was the greatest desire and the lovers  held delicious pain. Love alive is holy and as sweet as German September  red wine. You and I. I want us to seek love topmost peaks and for us to dance, drink and love till we cannot no-more. Tonight I wished upon the first star. I told the raising star. I have lived and I have learn. Sometime we can know luck and folly. I wished for mercy. I have been fasting in love and my heart know sin, gin and sorrow. I told the star. Please whisper to my sleeping beauty. I miss my old face, the old laughter and the man who loved love. Good night sweet love. These sentences. Just words whispered to Lake Saint Clair lake by a drowning man. Maybe too old to run. Maybe too old to remember. Love is life and life is love.