AFTER ONE WEEK OF SUMMER VACATION

Dearest Deborah,

Summer vacation is one week old and we sat by the beach and watched the water and listened to the joy of the children in the water. We have walked long stretches together and we have talked about a number of things. The days have been cool, the sun has come out, and even the rain has stopped for us to enjoy each other.

Love is both a perfect and an imperfect proposition just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You wake from your slumber and you wake from your dreams and I am the first to see you--a morning glory seeking out the sunlight, a water lily quenching all of the knowledge, a century plant knowing the grace of aging gently.

I like the touch of your skin, the scent on your hand, the way your eyes open to a new experience.

Today we plan a drive in the country. All is well in the world. All is well in my life. All is well because I am with you--in love--and we are together.

Love forever and always,

Michael

Hi

Dearest Deborah,

What a joy to be around you. You are so beautiful and so full of empathy.

I listened to your music and it made my heart soar, I listened to your singing and it made me want to dance (and I'm a terrible dancer), I listened to you give advice to a friend and I knew it was something I too should follow.

How much do I love you? There's not a star in the sky who can escape my love for you.

Love always and forever, Michael

LOVE IS A GRAND PIANO

Dearest Deborah,

Love is a grand piano. Its notes are that much more vibrant, that much more beautiful, that mush more melodic.

When I sit in the room and listen to you play, every worry wanders off into the distance and every smile wanders into my head.

And did you ever think how you look at the grand piano? Your more gorgeous than gorgeous can be.

Love forever and always, Michael

Hey There, Sweetie

Dearest Deborah,

When sickness knocks you down and keeps you in the bed, I’m there for you. Yes, I am. You are more than the world to me and if I could, I’d reach into the sky and pluck out a few stars as if they were the fruit of Olympus or just a plain apple and I’d give it to you.

Love is like that. We want to give what we can even when we can’t, but it doesn’t matter. My love for you is as pure as that star near the side of the moon. You know the one. I’ll get it for you one day.

Meanwhile, you rest and take care and I’ll be home directly from work. Even in sickness, you should know I find you to be the most beautiful woman on the planet.

Love always and forever,

Michael

RUMI, the 13th Century Said it Best

Dearest Deborah,

when you hide
i change
to a Godless person

and when you
appear
i find my faith

--Rumi, 13th century poet, "Only You"

I could not have said it better.

Love always and forever, Michael

Springtime

Dearest Deborah,

The sky is blue, the breeze is just the right length and width, and everything is perfect in the world.

How do I love you? Like salt on fish, like lemon in tea, like chocolate with milk.

I love you this much and more.

Later let us find the better things within us and let me help you to find life’s glory and being.

Love forever and always, Michael

A BEAUTIFUL DAY

Dearest Deborah,

You had to see her. She had so much poise and rhythm and she was so tall and her stature was fantastic. She was perfect.

Our daughter danced today like a queen dances.

Of course, I saw everything good in her and knew all of it came from you and your love and guidance.

That's why I love you so much.

Love forever and always,

Michael