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My Love and I
by Charles C. Adams
Your heart is like the sun and calls to you—to come apart, no longer of the mind, likened to the moon, though with it . . . . your heart is like the sun and ever shines, its light is always there to see, its warmth to feel. Though beliefs may seem to separate . . . . like clouds . . . . in time, they disappear . . . . and you become engulfed with Love, as though encompassed by the summer sun . . . . and even as you read, you feel the warmth of love and so do I—for LOVE is All . . . . as we are One, MY LOVE & I.
I don't know exactly when it began, but it did and since that unknown moment, though there have been some that have come into my world that have tried harder than hell to stop it, IT prevailed and won.. like the old timex watch callout.. takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
What the hell is this ole woman talking about? My heart. There have been times I have even tried to stop it from feeling because then, though I may not have the possibility left open to me, love would never be able to hurt me.
Funny thing about love though, once you really have IT, IT will always be a part of your soul, your heart, your mind. I was thinking the other night.. (yep, stop the wondering.. it was my mental wood you smelled burning) .. each night before I slip into dream land.. after my whispers to the One that I call call My God (and for those that are about to stomp that into the ground.. don't please.. My God isn't up for your debate, because I don't really give a rat's furry little back end if you believe or not, nor should you care if I choose to believe .. nuff said on that matter) just as sleep is penetrating my fuzzy brain... there sometimes comes this ever so slight feeling of what I will initially refer to as the "phantom cat walk" over my shoulder and back. Now, I do have a cat that loves to do this and Whiskey sometimes is the culprit, but more times than not, she is not even remotely around.. but that feeling of touch is still there. Now, you need to back away from the computer and you can call whatever psyche ward you need, but I KNOW what those touches are.. you see, I have lost many people that I loved with each FIBER of their being and mine, so I KNOW it is they who are taking turns tucking me in and trying to reassure my frantic mind that all IS AND WILL BE OK.
I discussed this with a few of my friends and to my amazement, I have found a camaraderie among some of them because of losses in their lives also.
With that knowledge, I am always comforted by those touches.. and I smile and find that is when I am most comfortable enough to sleep, and sleep I do.. and dream I will .. til the morn.
REALLY.. IT IS WHAT IT IS.. LOVE IS ALWAYS WITHIN EVEN WHEN THE OBJECT OF AFFECTION IS WITHOUT.
And for gramps:
A Little 10-year-old girl was walking home, alone, from school one day, when a big man on a black motorcycle pulls up beside her. After following along for a while, turns to her and asks, "Hey there little girl, do you want to go for a ride?"
"NO!" says the little girl as she keeps on walking.
The motorcyclist again pulls up beside her and asks, "Hey little girl, I will give you $10 if you hop on the back."
"NO!" says the little girl as she hurries down the street.
The motorcyclist pulls up beside the little girl again and says, "Okay kid, my last offer! I'll give you 20 Bucks "and" a Big Bag of Candy if you will just hop on the back of my bike and we will go for a ride."
Finally, the little girl stops and turns towards him and Screams Out... "Look Dad" "You're the one who bought the Honda instead of the Harley"!
........................."YOU RIDE IT!"
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sweet5red
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Nov 5 @ 1:57AM
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there are times.... my husband doesnt think about what he says ..... then there are times he doesnt need to say anything at all.. that make me really really realize how deep my love is for that man.. he can read my every thought and desire...... luvs i always get something to treasure out of your thoughts,,,,,,,,, I <3 You sweet N Louisiana 
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Snappygoddess
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Nov 5 @ 5:06AM
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With that knowledge, I am always comforted by those touches.. and I smile and find that is when I am most comfortable enough to sleep, and sleep I do
Comfort is a wonderful, warm and fuzzy feeling and comes in many forms...take comfort in being tucked in by past loved ones...it is YOUR comfort and no one can take that from you!
Enjoyed reading your thoughts....as usual 
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misschoos
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Nov 9 @ 2:53PM
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 Loved the joke!
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