Max and Mandy fell in love at first sight On the school playground at the age of six Sharing their M&M’s candy with delight Mandy bold enough to kiss Max on the lips
They married young, at twenty-one Two months passed and Max went to war Ten months later Mandy birthed their son Night after night she paced the floor
Six months went by without a word She searched for answers with no avail Sending daily letters, she was undeterred Max suffered injuries on a German forest trail
He came home to her a wounded soul Having witnessed the worst of mankind Doing her best at damage control She patched him back towards peace of mind
Many years have passed, their hair grown gray Still holding hands as they gingerly walk the park Sitting on “their” bench on a lovely October day Comfortable in knowing they will soon embark
On a glorious journey that will end their pains Where the Light and Sound will light their paths As their undying love brings more spiritual gains Going home, home at last
Her alabaster skin is a whiter shade than pale She shuns the sunlight for safety’s sake It matters not to those who witness her beauty For it outshines the sun, she’s a cute patootie
She wields her womanly wiles Her most potent weapon is her seductive smile The corners pointing upward toward mesmerizing eyes Which is impossible for her to disguise
As she walks away her gait is suggestive While sashaying toward me it morphs provocative Ironically she appears unaware of this display Of this unintended foreplay
And her laughter is impossibly contagious Unintentionally flirtatious As she dances into my welcoming arms I’m smitten, a captive prisoner of her charms
It could be anytime, anywhere When I hold your hand, I disappear Into your world, into your world Into your perfect world of love
Spinning, twirling, whirling by All the moments of my life flying by Until I hold your hand, when time seems to stand, still In your perfect world of love
So many days, in so many ways I feel lost and it’s you I’m calling And when I hold your hand, I find myself freely falling Into your perfect world of love
Born in spring, a new life begins A baby boy born of woman Inheriting his ancestor’s sins Crying over once again being human
Summer
Youth manifests its boundless energy Sun rays bake skin golden brown Playing, prancing, light and fancy-free With energy that knows no bounds
Autumn
Tree leaves that fill Van Gogh with jealousy Love blossoms within expectant hearts Lover’s bodies meld zealously A lifetime ahead for these sweethearts
Winter
The icy cold clatters these aged bones Heartbroken by Death’s finality The flag I fly is skull and crossbones My body, icy cold, stiff, shivering
But Then…A New Mysterious Season
An angel of mercy graced my threshold Tossed aside my insistent futility Gently, she removed my blindfold Now spending eternity exploring infinity
I have had the privilege of sharing great love all my life. When my wife died in May of 2021 I never thought I would feel a deep, loving connection again. But God took pity on me and sent me an angel disguised as a woman. That was rather sneaky of IT as I wanted no part of this earthly existence anymore. I am forever grateful. I just wonder what IT expects in return. Whatever it may be it should be very interesting indeed.
Which comes first? Love or trust? Can you love without first trusting the one you are sharing it with? Can you trust someone without first experiencing love on some level with said person? Or, are they simply the left and right hands of any feel-good human relationship?
The vast majority of humans learn to trust before they have any concept of love. Their parents and family are the ones they depend on for their daily sustenance and comfort. Their reliance on them is the spark that instills trust. Loving parents and siblings shower them with love. We are surrounding them in a cocoon of protection from the harsh reality of once again being in the flesh.
Most of us are conceived from an act of love. We exist because of God’s love for us.
Trust and love go hand in hand. Is it possible to have one without the other? When we truly love we are trusting ourselves to be a vehicle for that love. No matter the consequences. We choose to trust love regardless of the consequences. When we place our trust in someone it will always contain some level of love. Be it a friend, coworker, lover, or lifelong partner.
Can we love someone without trusting them? Can we trust someone without some level of love for them? Which came first? The chicken or the egg? Which comes first? Love or trust?
I have experienced this from both sides. Placing trust in others eventually led to some level of love for them. And I have experienced a deep, lasting, forever love the moment I met the woman I married and shared my life with. This has led me to more evidence of love bonds from past life experiences.
How can you instantly love someone (that soul connection) without an inkling of trust guiding you? Trusting that inner wisdom?
And then we can play word games. If we combine the two words with a twist we get lust and trove. So is a trove of lust equal to a trusting love? Can mad passionate sex open the doors to a loving, trusting relationship? You be the judge. After all, if you can’t trust yourself can you ever experience self-love?
Friendship is the ultimate form of love Someone you think the world of A love connection between two souls A bond written on sacred scrolls Someone you think the world of
Friendship is a love connection Deeper than human affection Always there for you in the best of times Saviors in your most trying times While accepting all your imperfections
Laughing, crying, living, dying Shouldering all that is terrifying A lifetime of love, a bond unbroken No words ever need be spoken Friends, you are the wind beneath my wings
What is friendship? Encyclopedia Britannica defines it like this: friendship, a state of enduring affection, esteem, intimacy, and trust between two people. In all cultures, friendships are important relationships throughout a person’s life span.
How is it that encyclopedias always seem to find a way to make the most meaningful human experiences sound like a classroom lesson taught by an AI robot?
My definition of friendship: Friendship is a love connection. Deeper than a mere handshake or a kiss on the cheek. Time and space do not alter these bonds. Nor do years of separation. A true friend will gladly share your happiest moments and your most trying times. A friend no matter the circumstances.
To quote Lou Gehrig — “I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.” I have friends in my life that go back 65 years. I have more than a handful of friends that inspired the poem above. Many were in or at my wedding. And consoled me when my best friend, my wife, died. They have been there for the good and bad times. They will be in my heart for all time.
