I Love You

There are days when the cold of this world takes away your smile. I know that. You know that. Having a friend who is there with warmth and hugs and love and sweetness means so much during those cold hard times.

I write on my canvas about love – about lovers. I have not had that many. Blush. Ben is the fourth man who has seen me naked. Yet I have a friend who has seen so much of me. I guess he has seen the naked inner me. Sometimes that frightens me. This word “TRUST” – it is vulnerable.

Sometimes I am not sure who I am writing the posts on my blog to. I write my posts and I press “Publish” not knowing who will read them or what they will think. Strangers – the public at large. Yet for some time I have noticed the urge to write posts inspired by you – my intimate friend. Intimate – in the sense – that two people can start to share the universe within them. Slowly unzipping all they are on the inside. No longer strangers – intimate friends. Trust has grown. Love has grown.

I love. It’s as simple as that. Some people are afraid of that word. I am not. You are not. Love is so much like a seed that embeds itself and begins to grow silently, but steadily. You return to the site of the planted seed and are amazed at the growth, the sturdy healthy tree that has sent roots deep down. A love that keeps drawing nourishment and is now blooming.

I want this love to be like a tree for you – in that I want it to provide refreshment. On days that scorch you, just rest underneath the verdant branches of our love and feel sheltered from the burning sun. On days when the world is cold – you and I can hide away in our little treehouse, the one we built together, within the tree of our love. We can hold each other tightly and keep warm.

Lately, I have been tired and have not felt impelled to be creative. I can’t string together a poem right now. My head is too heavy. I cannot craft a romantic tale. But I know how to say THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE. I also know how to say I LOVE YOU. I hope it warms you. That’s what it is supposed to do – warm you in the cold of this world, and provide refreshment when there are challenges that scorch you.

I am saying it here on my canvas on exhibit to the public at large. I love my intimate friend. I am so grateful and so glad to count you as my love.