Love Letters or What’s Left Unsaid

We live and breathe words…Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.  –Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

I dreamed one night

that Love opened a door

and was standing on the

threshold. I invited Love in

but Love just stared at me

with those unyielding eyes.

And Love opened her mouth

and I watched Glory step

through the door. Love allowed Glory

to complete me and Fullness rested

its head against my chest

which allowed my heart to beat

for the first time. For once in

my life I felt full and complete.


the Mysterious Poet Dude

Dear Mysterious:

When you asked Love to come in,

did you know she’d stay forever?

Were you seeking eternity or

just a temporary fix? When you saw

the fear in Love’s eyes, did you know

Love was waiting for you to show her

that she didn’t have to fear any longer

because you’d always be there to
hold her close, always?



Dear Love:

My life has not been the same

since I met you. I never envisioned

being completely blindsided

by the priceless gem that you are.

Your illumination has consumed my

atmosphere and the only star shining

brightly is you. I never felt the need

to change paths until your illumination

began to brighten my way. It is your soul

that has sought the comfort of these arms.

And my soul is here to embrace you

in the only place where two souls can meet

and fulfill their selfless dreams, our hearts.

I truly love and value thee.


the Mysterious Poet Dude

Peace & Love,



About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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