GLACIER OF LOVE

GLACIER OF LOVE
August 23, 2012

My Dearest Love,

     I hold your thought to my chest as I might a newborn child, tenderly, with ultimate awe over the magic and beauty of Nature.

     In my arms, you are Pure Innocence, as pure as the water spilling off the glacier, untouched by any foreign hands, sanitized by its creation from the core of the ice, assuring that your drops of Love bear no blemish, no spoilings that the muddy rivers far downstream wear like scars on wounded soldiers.

     Your Pure Thought reminds me, my Love, that each of us dreams that our Love and that of our Lover’s spring from the same pure glacier, and that as our Love flows through the gorges and valleys of Life, that it will not become contaminated by the soil flanking our streams and rivers, or that marauders of the free flow of Love will not trample on its Innocence and treat Love as a joke, a folly of fanciful minds, an illusion never worthy of treatment as a reality.

       But I know different, my Love.

       If Love is what I believe it to be, it is the Thought of Love that strains away the sediment of doubts and fears that True Love can never be.   Daily, I strain my Thoughts of Love, discarding all the countless reasons why you never could or should love me as I love you.

       How easy it would be for me to slacken the rope of my Belief in Love, and let you drift away as just another carcass in the River of Broken Hearts, mere flotsam that bumps and bobs with the currents.

      Yes, I have seen many cut the ties of Love, banish them in anger and rage, bang their fists upon Love’s altar and denounce that it ever was, and worse, that it could never be again.   I shudder when I see Lovers turn to Haters, and worry that if they had started with the true Purity of Love, how could they have not protected it?  How could they have let it stagnate into a primordial pool of pus and ooze?

      The answer, my Love, is that they never drank their Love’s true Purity.  They didn’t trek to the Glacier of Love and lay on their backs, tongues extended, and let Love’s Droplets drip onto their pores like sealing wax authenticates the message’s integrity.

       And that’s what I do, daily, my Love.   I lean my head back and extend my tongue and let a drop of Love’s pure purpose alight.   Then I hold the precious Love Thought of you to my chest, yes, with the care of a newborn, and rock the Thought of Love tenderly, assuring you that I will allow no sediment to clog our River of Love.

      So you see, my Love, you need never worry about the richness of your Love, or its honesty or its value.    True Love, Pure Love, can never be depreciated, not when it is cared for as I care for our Love.

      To the Purity of Love, my Darling, and the knowledge that no matter where you are or what you’re doing, you are being loved by me, totally, unconditionally.

      I am always, your Glacier of Love,
     

Cyrano!
 Anderson-McKenzie

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