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Love Letter
Love Letter
This is my love letter
To a beautiful woman
I hardly know
I do know from observing
Her interaction with others
She is smart and compassionate
She has chosen a profession
Helping folks on the edge of darkness
Extremely vulnerable
Her empathy helps us feel comfortable
Talking about
Our hallucinations
Our delusions
Voices inside our head
When I first met her
I talked about my illness
The impact it was having
On my life
Being scared
She assured me
I was getting the best care
The staff will do everything
Possible to allay my fears
She suggested I keep a journal
Subsequent visits were spent
Going over what I had written
I became more self-aware
Her questions filled me with insight
Her eye-contact
Made me feel
Important
I am Somebody
I admire her diligence and fortitude
In asking tough questions
Her intuition is graced
With glorious spirit.
Every time I see her,
Every time I think of her,
My heart breaks.
When the medications
Are at their full efficacy
I consider making overtures
I consider flirting with you
In my daydreams
I make love to you
I am in heaven
I love your perfume
I think of our going on a date
We talk about our childhoods
I ask you to tell me
Your favorite things
I tell her mine.
I ask her if
Sometimes
She gets really scared
She will tell me
We all get scared
For different reasons
She will tell me
Life is rich
With simplicity and complexity.
She will tell me
Humor is there
When we need it
She will tell me
To hold on to my secrets
To save them
For the right person
She will instruct me
In the intricacies of our minds
And tell me
Only trusting conversations can
Unravel the mind's beauty
I imagine where our love
Can take us
I am full of joy
Hikes in the wilderness with the
Occasional sightings of wildlife
Canoeing on the lake
While the Sunsets
Amusement park rides
Having us screaming and laughing
The carousel where we sit
In the carriage my arm is
Around your shoulder
Spring walks in the park
The sweet fragrance
Of flowers
Days and nights visiting museums
Attending operas
Enjoying classical music concerts
Going to the theater for plays or musicals
Many a night dinner and a movie
Every fiber of my being
Wants us to be a couple
And so I dream.
I dream of our being in bed
Talking about the great afternoon
In the park where we threw bits of bread
To the ducks gliding along the lake water
I dream of waking up
To the delicious smell of coffee
And hear you in the kitchen
Getting breakfast ready
I dream of planning our day
Leaving so much to serendipity
Every day one of us says something
We go from there
Reincarnation
Finding each other
The After Life
You just can't get over those Pearly Gates
Aliens
Do they prefer
“Close Encounters of the Third Kind”
Or “E.T.”.
This letter is my beacon of light
Hoping the beam will catch your spirit
I will never forget the day we met
I saw you for the angel you are
John
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Copyright ©
John Crawford
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