Fleeting Portents

How romantic can I get? Browsing through famous love notes by my dearly beloved Browning authors.. Sigh.. Such lyricism..!

Wouldn’t hurt to pretend to be Elizabeth.. will attend now to my blinking thinking cap, and snuggle- pen and paper in hand- with my dearest.

"…How shall I ever prove what my heart is to you? How will you ever see it as I feel it? I ask myself in vain..Have so much faith in me, my beloved, as to use me simply for your own happiness.." -Browning

January 25, 1846

"Incomparable- what I am to you, you say? I rejoice in your thoughts; I am free and light as ever- ever so in love with you. What words could hold me mesmerized the way yours do- enthralling, piercing- like the bittersweet taste of chamomile tea I had this morning. Yes, I do think of you- frequently, as a matter of fact.

Do you reckon it too much when I, myself, drown ecstatically in remembrance of you? When your illusion sweeps me off, like the blissful moments of a blind soul, as if finally able to see? You, my perpetual thought, make my heart beat faster, my soul flooded by thrills. I aver to you, noble sire, ashamed not I.

Put your thoughts to rest, dearly beloved; I have faith in you- ask not yourself in vain. Let words nor distance part us for in dire and capricious calling we might be separated anyhow. After all, only the Almighty knows.

Believe, my love. In time we make all happen. For now, let longing be proportioned to emptiness. For now, only in dreams this unspoken vow be held true- just as momentous, just as genuine as any realm…"

Love is Gold.

And time?

Blind.

Yes, His love is.

Timeless.

Priceless.

Immeasurable.

Incomparable.

All- encompassing.

God is love.

Love is gold.

And time?

Blind.

Love heals. As time does.

Love is pure. like gold.

Love is God. Gold. Glorious.

For eternity.

I lay underneath the silent seas

I take the blanket of despair

Alone, once again,

in bed of crimson tears

I say my lament,

grave and solemn lament.

But in whispers-

just in whispers.

I paint black and white

on walls-

walls in my mind.

I write yet another thousand love letters,

where else?

In my heart.

For I am underneath the silent seas

My lover awaits

in another realm.

I am the lament.

I will be heard

as my Creator wills.

I will be.

On the day I rise.