Twirling your hair
About my finger,
I remmebered how it was
That first time.
You were so patient,
The fire encompassing us both,
But you didn't let it consume you.
You didn't let it take you away.

You were so gentle with me.
I remember the patient smile
That played upon your lips.
Your eyes burned with a passion,
A fire I could feel.
But your words were so soft
And your hands so reassuring...
I almost forgot that this
Was supposed to be hard to find.
There you were,
Love, sitting before me.

I watched your face then
And I look at your face now...
Smiling lips and dancing eyes
You return my gaze.
Morgayn        April 20, 1995

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Oh, how sweet. You know, morgayn, it is rarely like this. Nice dream.

Hmmm.... Perhaps madeline, perhaps not... We all live our
lives differently, no?? Different views, different perceptions,
different backgrounds, dreams, constraints...?? Its rarely like
that for whom?

It wasn't written as fact, Madeline. It's merely a poem. What better place
to keep a dream safely than cradled in the words of a poem?
And perhaps it will be/was this way for me...Just because you haven't had
that experience doesn't mean every soul on this earth shares your empty spot
where this experience is concerned.

I propose a poll...how many people know love like that? Or passion?

I can honestly say that I know this love. I know it now more than ever before.

Besides, Brenna, forgive me, but I am going to take your 'poll' as an insult to
my opinion, and therefore I will defend myself....Who asked you to feel exactly
what my poem describes? You are not me and vice versa...There are people out 
there who have experienced true love. You mock it and act as if it is absent
from this world....  Perhaps you've not looked hard enough, or maybe you missed
it because you were too busy trying to find its flaws.

I did not mock love....I believe in it strongly! I was serious how many people
on here have felt that type of love? Myself I am not looking for it. I 
don't believe my feeling what your poem describes has any revelence (sp)
In fact I didn't say I did not feel it. Perhaps you should read what I said 
again. And if anyone mocked it you just did!

Well, I hate to waffle between the two, but I really feel this
is suc gray area it isnt a mater of 'is or isnt'.

What I mean is that the physical reality is often a fumbling,
awkard love, or maybe a beating heart, trembling hands from
nervouisness, awkward slip-ups, fumbling movements. But there
are moments that precisely fit the thinbgs said  in Morgayn's, poem.
When you catch a beautiful smile from your partner, or receive
a gentle carress, or a genuine laugh of someone relaxed in your
presence. These are the things that your heart and mind notice and
remember, and are as real and true as all the awkward or
miscommunicated moments. 

I'm sure Morgayn and all of us have had many not-so-perfect moments,
but, I can speak for myself in saying the many things Morgayn
has expressed in her poem have happened to me. 

As for my first time literally being like this, heck no! It was awkward,
rushed, and stupid. But since then, there have been moments that
I consider 'first' times in which I was really connecting with that
other person, and they are a lot like Morgayn's poem.

<odye is jumping off his soapbox now and going to dig up a good
 bone and gnaw on it for a while as he soaks in the sun>

Brenna, I am not going torgue with you over love, for it is different for
each and every person.
Odye, thank you.

Everyone please ignore most of what I'm about to write: I loved the poem
except, and this is JUST my sick, morbid mind at work, I thought the person it
adressed was going to be dead at the end. Meeting gazes with the dead man
lying...Anyway..much better  that you ened it this way :)

Whay does it have to be real to be good? Why does it have to be
flawed to be real? The beauty is in the words, and the words alone,
to everyone except maybe the author.
I really liked it morgayn.

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