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Special Thoughts to a cyber love


            feel the warmth. That is me.
With you.
The warmth of my body against yours,
my breath on your neck,
my heart beating for you,
my voice in your ear,
telling you "I love you",
my lips still burning from your kiss,
my hands caressing you,
loving you.
I am with you and I am here,
a place where we are free to be ourselves,
where love is unconditional,
my arms open wide,
my smile welcoming you ......HOME.....
          It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
      What I have . . . to give you
To be honest with you,
I don't have the words to make you feel better
–But I do have arms to give you a hug –
I have ears to listen to anything
   you want to talk about –
I have eyes to see the pain you are going through –
I have feet, to walk to you    the minute you need me –
And I have a heart –
   a heart that is aching to see you smile again
.                 The Magic In Me
Dreams of passion and excitement brought you to me,
An ache to know fulfillment mixed with fantasy.
Once in a life time, when two destined souls meet,
There can be no denying that the circle is complete.
        To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.
  The Dream
When I first saw you,
I nearly lost all composure
When I first heard your voice,
I could actually feel my heart melting
When I first learned your name,
I couldn't stop myself from whispering it into the darkness
When I caught you staring at me,
I thought I must be dreaming.
And now....we are friends, but still... when I see you,
I still lose composure,
I get nervous like a little girl when I hear you speak,
I can feel the warm hole where my heart used to be
And when I try to say your name,
my voice quivers, as if I'm on the verge of crying
and I wonder when I will wake up.
         



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