As this day has come again, my love, my heart beats to the changing of
your voice. Twenty seven years earlier, the world was not ready for a
man who would rise up to love you as I have. The song is played, and
there you are. You were there the day she passed on, You were there
the days of sorrow, and in my shame, you have been there. Through the
days of great, you remain. You have been with me day in, and day out,
and still, I only want you. The same words have come from your voice
again and again, yet, I do not grow tired of you. My mother always
knew you would become a part of me, but you did not just do so. You
became who I am!
You make me smile, and you draw tears from my eyes. When I hear the
bow pass along the strings of the cello, I hear you breathe. When the
pick plucks on the mandolin, I hear the diamonds you wear. The guitar
is the harmony of your voice, and the piano, your poise. How strong
you are when your heart beats through the percussion of a drum. Alas,
my love, you are my misery, for of the flesh, my love, you are not! No
matter how beautifully you sing to me, to some great extent, you can
not replace, nor satisfy!
Still, although you are my true love; my true passion, out there, she
remains. I do not know her, but she will know me. She will know what
my words mean, and who you are. My love, the one for me will know your
place in my life, and will know that you are who I am. She will know
how deeply you move me, and so she, herself will be moved!
As she stands out there still, she will know that she is mine well
before I know her, as she will know that you alone are my passion, and
will fall in love with me for it! My love you are, but my heart she is
yet to take. I can only dream of the day when I am shown that there is
one who loves me at a capacity which no other could possibly understand.
My song, my melody, and my rhyme, my love you are; mi corazon!
C S Martin
chadmartin.delcarmenproductions.com
