From ThePoet's Perspective:
I have been looking for something that will capture the essence of what The Poet's Perspective is all about. This room is supposed to be some sort of essay, which describes something or someone who has affected this wee Poet's soul. I think I have found the perfect vehicle for those thoughts.
I fell deeply, madly, and totally in love about three years ago. During the six weeks when I thought she loved me as well, I wrote 160,000 words and 30 or more poems and lyrics. I will be bringing you some snippets of those "Letters To An Angel" on this page for the next while. I do hope you enjoy the journey.
The journey to love continues.
February 27, (still)Angel of my soul,
Some thoughts to carry me back to you. I look into your eyes and conscious thought drifts away like the mist disperses in a gentle breeze. I look into your eyes and see forever gazing back at me. I look into your eyes, and see the billions of galaxies in the universe, waiting for you and me to join them when our time on Earth is done. I look into your eyes, and peace descends on my soul, as you share the core of yourself with me. I look into your eyes, and see my love for you, joining with your love for me, becoming much more than the separate halves could ever be on their own. I look into your eyes, and see my soul gently cradled within yours. I look into your eyes, and know you see your soul, safely surrounded by my love. I look into your eyes and my heart skips a beat, as I think about how I would be, if chance had not allowed us to meet. I look into your eyes and send thankful prayers, because you have become a part of me.
STOP THE BUS, I'M WRITING HERE! {the bus is making it tough to write}
Owner of my soul, protector of my love, from my soul to your soul, always with love, I will forever be:
Your Poet.
February 27, (later)
Angel of my soul,
I sit here, tears streaming down my face; again tears of joy, again tears that speak more than words could ever express my astonishment, at the change in my life you have given me. A change so profound it deserves to be called a miracle. A miracle I couldn't even allow myself to dream about, before you.
I have trouble remembering my life, before you. Has it really only been one day, since I handed you my soul (I told her why I'd been in jail), and instead of throwing it back at me, you cradled it and nurtured it, and made it a home in your love? Has it really only been one day, since you gave me the precious gift of your soul, to keep safe and protected by my love?
One day; one yesterday, and all my yesterdays are simply a horrible nightmare, soon to be forgotten. It happened again. I just came back from Andromeda pen in hand, poised to write the next line, that will never be given birth now, because that thought became a picture of holding you and gently stroking your hair, as I said, "Always know there is a haven for you within my arms, and I will do everything in my power to protect you from all this world can do to you."
A nice thought holding you and stroking your hair, and if it's meant to be, it will be. It's not necessary, but it would be nice. Angel you have no idea how fantastic I feel, how alive I feel, how much I treasure the thought of you, how much I appreciate the ability to write these words, so you will always have a record of my thoughts as we became one. Never again will we be two separate souls lost and alone.
You are now and will always be, the mate of my soul.
From my soul to your soul, always with love:
I am Your Poet.
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