Love's Duet

Single hearts……lonely solos playing without harmony
Until souls unite…..bursting forth in wondrous melodies
Orchestral beauty in it's purest form
The music in my soul joins with the joy in your heart
Creating a symphony of pure delight
Outshining even the heavens in it glory and triumph
Filling all who hear our song with joy and contentment

Oh Michelle, thank you so much!

My beautiful butterfly bride, my Silke, is having a terrible respiratory crisis now. For the past nearly twelve hours she has just been fighting as hard as a person can, just to breathe, to get her breath. It absolutely wears her out, and she is already so fragile and so frail.

How I wish those who judge and criticize me hereabouts would ever just GET IT that I am in mortal terror of losing my wife, that I am grieving and desperate and fighting against despair as Silke is fighting to breathe.

I appreciate this poem so much, and the beautiful poems of so many beautiful others. I do NOT thrive on "drama," nor am I an "energy vampire," as my nemesis has so cruelly called me. I am in a situation where I am scared to death that I will lose my wife to cancer. It's scary, and it makes people emotional. It is a genuinely "dramatic" situation.

Nevertheless I do try to write fun and fantasy sonnets as much as possible, by which to seek to entertain Silke. She told me this morning that they really do help, that they mean everything to her. So I really regret all that wasted time and energy yesterday being upset about all the nonsense on the site, losing three or four sonnets which could have made Silke feel better.

What my critics need to understand is that I am not some sort of authority figure to throw rocks at. Yes, I have lived a long time and gotten good at poetry. But there are people in faraway lands who read my sonnets every day and to whom these little creations of mine actually mean something. And in one case, it's a matter of life and death.

I want those who hate me to leave me the F**K alone and let me try to make my wife feel a little better in her unbearable nightmare agony of cancer.

Michelle, thank you again, with all my heart.

I must go now and try to write something to somehow make Silke feel better. That last one, about seeing her face in the moon (which I actually do! Maybe a sleep-deprived hallucination?) went over well, and that really made me happy.

To those who love, like, or at least tolerate me: Thank you with all my heart.

To anonymust and AmbientSnowflake: BACK OFF

Respect and Solidarity to people of goodwill, and a good old German fick dich Schlapp Schwanz to the rest.

Oh, this is wonderful! Hello, I'm Megan, otherwise known as rosediamond! Nice to meet you! Unfortunately, I'm not here a lot, but getting a chance to catch a glimpse of your poetic talent is wonderful. May we meet again!

Thanks Michelle,for posting this nice poem here.

Silke

This is BEAUTIFUL. You are so amazing.

misty...

VERY nice.

Thank you all.