Green Sleeves

There have been songs that filled my soul with emotion when I heard them. There have been images that have burned into my mind and brought tears to my eyes when I first beheld them. There have been moments in time that have left me in awe. This is what it was like meeting you.

It was speaking to Mona Lisa. It was dancing with Terpsichore. It was singing with Polyhymnia. It was singing Green Sleeves with you.

I have had the fortune of knowing many amazing women in my life. But I recounted meeting you as meeting the single most captivating woman of my life. It was a day that has stayed with me, and likely will forever.

But I knew I wasn't good enough for you. Not pure. Not patient. Not what you deserved. And I stayed silent. I knew you deserved better. And it pained me to watch the world mistreat you. To know that somehow this world could see you and not be in awe as I was. As I still am. It angered me. It saddened me. But it never diminished you. It diminished the world that did not see your greatness.

And ever since I've loved you from afar, and offered what support and help I could. And I've seen the fragile side of you, threatening to break. And my one prayer has been that this world not lose you too soon.

Fire Inside

     In my travels I have met many beautiful women. Beheld many beautiful figures. Held some within my arms. Danced, laughed, loved. But in one busy night, surrounded by beauty a thought occurred to me. That I would never again hold a woman as beautiful as you.

Our nights together could only be described as magic. Every moment I held you in my arms, pure bliss. I remember your tenderness with such fondness. Just as I've admired your strength.

     I wish I could look into your eyes again and see that passion. Feel that passion next to me.

But you'll soon marry another, and I'd not do anything to stand in the way.

    Still, I think of the fire inside you. And how it stirred in me. And I lament that we never found those fires joined. I'd like to sit with you now, on the couch, both reading our books as the fire place crackled and the snow fell outside. And we would fall asleep in each other's arms.

I don't think I ever let you know that you meant this to me. And it seemed our chance had passed before I could. Such winds have sailed, I know. But I think from time to time, of holding you hand in hand, and I wistfully smile. The ocean mist in my eyes. The scent of sandalwood in the air.

About this blog

This will be a list of love letters that I have never, and likely will never send to their intended recipients.

Every person's heart is filled with caverns that only they will ever see.
This is some of mine.

I do this because perhaps some one else may see something of themselves
in these letters and take solace.

Maybe this will be the love letter they never got.

No thoughts are original.
No suffering is unique.

I hope you glean something from this, as I have.