I Believe In True Love
When i was young we found each other, she was being bullied because she loved god ,
her dream was to be a nun, i had been born to serve god, my calling was to be a vicar. i was a true christian, she was devout roman catholic.
she was begging them to stop, praying for help. I put aside my christian values and let the darkness we all have inside loose, it was needless to say it was the last time anyone ever bullied her, we became one of hart, two spirits with a common goal , to serve the god we loved.
We often were found in each others company, we would walk for miles until we could see nothing that had been made by man, and hear only the sound of nature.
One glorious summer we found are self deep in a field of corn, the summers breeze was cool and constant, we lay hand in hand eyes shut, when a shadow came across my face.
as i opened my eyes, she was sat on me as god had intended, her golden hair silhouetted by the sun, as if she had a halo, the swaying of corn was as if waves were breaking gently on a shore. as she lent forward her hair brushed my face, i smelt the familiar smell of cherries, her hair always smelt of cherries. her skin was as pure as snow, her eyes as green as emerald. she whispered as she undressed me.
"You are my one and only true love, my first and my last, i give myself to you before i give myself to god".
the rest of that part of the story is mine.
We lay there till the sun went down, when we returned home, every one was out looking for us, know one needed to ask where we had been or what we had been doing, she turn whispered to me ,"Forever".
I was grounded, i was moved to the back of the house, so i could no longer sit in my window, when we were not together we would sit in are windows and just stare.
One day my farther told me we were moving. i ran i hammered on her door, her neighbor came out and told me ,after what happened they moved they could no longer live there. after we moved i had an accident, i was in a coma i died, and lost my memory, accept for the ones of her. of summer and cherries.
I searched for her,every where i could, and then in every woman i loved something reminded me of her, one day i had had enough of life and tried to end it. My mother asked why i wanted to die, i told her for love, i told of the summer that i never forgot and the girl who had always had my hart.
for the first time i can recall my mother held me, tears in her eyes. she said she had no idea that i remembered, she had thought i had lost all of my memories, when i had died so many years ago. she went on to tell me, we moved because of the pain i was in, her parents moved because of there pain, my love had died of leukemia that year, and the words she spoke were true.
"You are my one and only true love, my first and my last, i give myself to you before i give myself to god".
my memory of summer and cherries is true love.
Forever.
her dream was to be a nun, i had been born to serve god, my calling was to be a vicar. i was a true christian, she was devout roman catholic.
she was begging them to stop, praying for help. I put aside my christian values and let the darkness we all have inside loose, it was needless to say it was the last time anyone ever bullied her, we became one of hart, two spirits with a common goal , to serve the god we loved.
We often were found in each others company, we would walk for miles until we could see nothing that had been made by man, and hear only the sound of nature.
One glorious summer we found are self deep in a field of corn, the summers breeze was cool and constant, we lay hand in hand eyes shut, when a shadow came across my face.
as i opened my eyes, she was sat on me as god had intended, her golden hair silhouetted by the sun, as if she had a halo, the swaying of corn was as if waves were breaking gently on a shore. as she lent forward her hair brushed my face, i smelt the familiar smell of cherries, her hair always smelt of cherries. her skin was as pure as snow, her eyes as green as emerald. she whispered as she undressed me.
"You are my one and only true love, my first and my last, i give myself to you before i give myself to god".
the rest of that part of the story is mine.
We lay there till the sun went down, when we returned home, every one was out looking for us, know one needed to ask where we had been or what we had been doing, she turn whispered to me ,"Forever".
I was grounded, i was moved to the back of the house, so i could no longer sit in my window, when we were not together we would sit in are windows and just stare.
One day my farther told me we were moving. i ran i hammered on her door, her neighbor came out and told me ,after what happened they moved they could no longer live there. after we moved i had an accident, i was in a coma i died, and lost my memory, accept for the ones of her. of summer and cherries.
I searched for her,every where i could, and then in every woman i loved something reminded me of her, one day i had had enough of life and tried to end it. My mother asked why i wanted to die, i told her for love, i told of the summer that i never forgot and the girl who had always had my hart.
for the first time i can recall my mother held me, tears in her eyes. she said she had no idea that i remembered, she had thought i had lost all of my memories, when i had died so many years ago. she went on to tell me, we moved because of the pain i was in, her parents moved because of there pain, my love had died of leukemia that year, and the words she spoke were true.
"You are my one and only true love, my first and my last, i give myself to you before i give myself to god".
my memory of summer and cherries is true love.
Forever.
56-60, M
