How she loved pure loveliness, and 'wurdz,' and those who appreciated them, too!
She never is very far away from us - - - floating these up to you, Little One - -
Posted on 01/27/2004 12:01:08 AM PST by carlo3b
This is my Valentine Love Letter to you....I have been sitting here at the keyboard for an hour, just thinking of you. I have been wondering how to begin.. I had so much I wanted to say, so many things bottled up that I couldn't wait to just burst out with all of the love and passion that describe how much you mean to me..
Where my love, shall I begin? Do I dare tell you what it is like for me when you are away, or how I can't possibly explain how mere minutes seem like hours as I wait for your return. Can I muster the words to describe the emptiness I feel when we must say good night, or how utterly impossible it would ever be to say.. good bye.
I can hardly remember what it was like before you came into my life. or what it would be if you were ever gone. How is it my precious one, that your smile could fill me with such warmth and love, and the soft sound of your laughter could brighten up the cloudiest day.
It isn't that I wasn't a man before I kissed you, but how much more I have become since the day you kissed me back.. I can remember with vivid clarity the first time I held you in my arms, and how helpless I felt when you cried when I had to let you go.. I will never be the same because of you.. Thank you little one for just being you..
I love you my little Valentine..
Grandpa Carlo
Butterflies from My lovers kissLike a moonbeam, a flower, a life...
This butterfly was born on lips of my lovers kiss
It grows restless and tired and craves new beginnings, often shedding its skin and forming anew.
It flutters and whispers and hums and sings softly to itself.
It exists only to make itself content as it spreads love.It has touched many souls.
It has acted as much more than a mere muse, dancing about on flowers and whiskers and lovers murmurs.
It has grown and flourished and spread its pollen from flower to flower, lover to lover.And while it not only acts for its own pleasure and gratification, it loves to share.
It likes to tell secrets, coo lovingly in one's ear, and converse until the wee hours, warm breath, soft thoughts, gentle touches.
It remains shy to strangers and yet is as open as any book.It occasionally wanders through wondrous gardens of the minds, treading softly along twisting paths and frolicking in lush fields, listening to the sound of an imagined gentle breeze...
There it is, watch closely, feel it spreading love.. Just as it is doing right now...
Your letter is so close to the one I wrote to my twin 10 year old granddaughters...how's THAT for being blessed!!! I can't imagine what life was or what I did with it before them.
Carlo!!! My son and I cooked a goose for Christmas Dinner, with rice stuffed red onions. It was my first goose experience and it was wonderful!!
How she loved pure loveliness, and 'wurdz,' and those who appreciated them, too!
She never is very far away from us - - - floating these up to you, Little One - -
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