My Love is Always

Snow falls softly a whisper in the night
it sparkles silver and white
like a blanket of jewels covering the earth.

So are words, soft whispers
Sparkling in the night
blanketing you with love.

These words are not enough,
never enough to express
what resides in my heart.

My love is always
through days and years
It will never fade away.

Last Night You Were In My Dreams

Last night you were in my dreams. It had been so long since I had found you there so clearly, like those in the past, dreams  I have never forgotten.   There you were, looking at me, your eyes catching me in a warm embrace, under the moonlight, by my side while I slept. There are those who would never believe  but it does not matter, nor do they. Some told me I would forget, it would pass, your presence would be gone. They were wrong. 

Once  I heard the soft whisper of “wait” and now I hear “he is waiting”.  Perhaps a letter would be something though not nearly enough, a letter I should have written so long ago. It would speak of my heart and soul, foolish maybe, but maybe not. For one day I will come to you and there will be no more waiting,  just two souls under the moonlight, together.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Judy Garland

“Keeper of My Heart”

Think of me at night when sleep is near
And I who love you are so far away
Think of me then and I will come to you
Nor leave you till the night turns into day
Stretch forth thy hand and through the depths of dark
Another hand will touch thy fingertips
And as of old my voice will breath thy name
And press a kiss upon thy sleeping lips.

Author Unknown

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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Crunchy numbers

The average container ship can carry about 4,500 containers. This blog was viewed about 24,000 times in 2010. If each view were a shipping container, your blog would have filled about 5 fully loaded ships.

 

In 2010, there were 16 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 274 posts. There were 18 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 958kb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was August 30th with 400 views. The most popular post that day was My Love.

Where did they come from?

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Some visitors came searching, mostly for deep love letters, the passionate shepherd to his love, heartfelt love letters, love letters blog, and deep love letter.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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My Love September 2008

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Come Live With Me September 2008
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Morning Thoughts April 2007
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Just Some Words September 2007
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About April 2007
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May the moon carry my heart to you tonight.

I cannot write the words from my heart

for I only wish to speak those words to you.

Listen to the moon for she knows my heart well.

She hears me whisper to you every night

just like tonight, as I drift away to dreams.

 

At Love’s Coming

Like some weed-tangled forest pool,
Unsunned, forgotten, grey,

So fared my shadowed fate before
Yon came your shining way.

Now, as a Dryad’s mirrored face
Alight flush those waters dim,

Your coming floods my waiting life
With beauty to the brim;

And I would shine the wonder back
Till all sad eyes should know

Your sunlight, and all dry lips drink
Of my joy’s overflow.

Edwin Percy Habberton Lulham

To A Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Walt Whitman

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I dream of the ocean

standing by the waves

My thoughts carry

over the water and perhaps

they find you.

They speak in softness

the wishes of my heart

and the voice of my soul.

One day we may meet by the water

but if not, it will always be there

carrying the voice of the heart

from one to another.