OPEN LETTER TO A LOST LOVER

My Dearest *** *,

You sparkle with a playful curiousity, and take daring leaps of imagination and effort. You glow like a star, awash in a radiance of love and bliss.

Your eyes, dark as the deepest forest, still gleam with hope even when confronted with my humble man-costume.

Your skin is a playground slide to my fingers, sheer joy to the touch. It calls to me to kiss it gently upon every inch, every curve, every crease.

You exude a scent to which I am helplessly attracted, compelled to follow. In your absence I cry out. I howl to the moon in pleas for assistance.

Bless my love, and keep her well, may she await me to become my destiny. May she find answers which make her heart sing and her smile shine brightly.

May I learn well to live with her answer and abide by her decision with honor and love.

You are too far from me now, my love, but I am climbing the mountain and crossing the sea. I will always search for you in the fields of my dreams.

You are more beautiful with each day, as if fed pure beauty by the sun. I bow before your radiant presence, and venerate you through photographs in your absence.

You are more than I could have ever hoped for in a lover, and I am ever thankful of this.

You are the subject of the songs of my heart, which sings continuously but is best heard in the night while the brain is dreaming.

May you be blessed as best suites you and your true heart. I pray the spirits lead you home, be that where it may - where it must be for you to be happy.

I am thankful for all I have experienced with you. I am grateful for all you have invested in our relationship. I am proud to say that I know you.

May you experience again the joy and contentment of love.

I wish you only blessings.

May you be blessed with a good man for a lover and companion.

May he be able to see your true beauty and always honor and cherish you.

I still hold on to the hope that your man can be me, but what must be is not in my hands now.

You hold all the answers, sweetheart. I wait for you to share them with me.

Your humble husband,

- S. Marvin Tuomala, May 2004