| Do You _____ take this ______ to be yours through ___, ____ and in ______? I quill. From this pen these words I place before you. Call me a romantic. Call me kind. Call me tender. Call me yours. We hurriedly threw our belongings into the vehicle we were running late. I�d had my things packed for quite sometime but she of course took longer being a woman. We were rushing to an important engagement having waited so very long for this day. Our vehicle was our body and soul. Our gifts we�d wrapped so very carefully and valued were soon to be opened for the world to see. Some would be more personal and those will be the ones most cherished. Our gifts basically contained the same things. Hope, love, friendship, emotions, care, kindness, understanding, and the heart so carefully protected all these years wrapped in the most fragile thing of all. Our health. Communication is one gift so often left undiscovered and so desperately needed. It can be said that communication is the single gift most often left unattended by both or perhaps one and is the reason a bond was or will be broken. Little by little then the other gifts wear and wear soon weakening and hidden once again deep within. I carry with me the monogamous understanding I will share all I have with you and no other shall partake of everything. Some will be shared but in different light and meaning. The heart is the monarch of my whole being. It is supreme. The brain and mind only follow instructions given by the heart. My mind may wander. My heart may be broken, or damaged. My mind may weaken to only a glimmer but as long as my heart beats I will love you. I place in your hands "my heart". Protect it as I do yours. Through these veins run the power it takes for the warmth I show and what you feel in me. It pumps the life guiding my fingers across your skin. It gives the hot breath of my kiss upon your lips. My body, mind, heart, and soul I freely give unto you. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett <o.o> <0.-> <-.-> sigh |