Charlie, Charlie

Hello my Munana King,

I thought we could do with a good laugh, together.  Enjoy!

PS: Have I told you lately how damn much I miss you!!!  What I wouldn’t give to be lying in bed, watching this video with you by my side, whilst we laugh till our sides hurt and tears pour down our cheeks.  Ah, the good ol’ days!



Come To Me

My Dearest Beloved

If I had you by my side I would want to live forever
Should I meet you in my dreams, I shalt never awaken

I Love You, deeply, truly, madly.

Dreaming of You


Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Christina Georgina Rossetti


In this Silence…

In silence the worlds have drifted through me, the ages of time ebbing and flowing, weaving dreams from the Hearts  of Lovers.

and on this spindle there sits my soul. Each thread of me woven by the hands of the Beloved. The sacred blood that drips from her  colours my soul with a passion that is found in every human heart. Ssshhh and listen to this beating heart, it calls out to intoxicate your soul with Joy. ~ A

Give All To Love

My Dear Beloved,

Always on my mind, forever in my heart.

I Love You.

Give All To Love

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,-
Nothing refuse.

‘Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a God,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.

It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods survive.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I Am Your Annabel Lee

My Dear Beloved,

I have been so tearful this morning, not so much as how badly my date went last night [I’m getting used to the disasters by now]; but the disappointments merely highlight how no-one comes close to you, in fact the gap is so wide it is a great abyss into which all the unsuitables fall.

And of course that leads me to miss you even more, and the tears are merely me mourning our life together. It wasn’t conventional by any means, and the pious would have it tainted as immoral; but the fact remains that I was happy and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

I miss you so much my Love,  I miss how you found me perfect and loved me unconditionally.  I miss your tender touch, the adoring look in your eyes as though I was the most beautiful woman on earth.  I miss your breathless strawberry kisses that led to sacred love making, joining us as one.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;-
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee-
With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe

Life In A Love

My Dear Beloved

Thank you.  For you.
For your Love – it has filled my life,
and continues to do so with every moment
I am touched by your continual light.
You are everything within me
You are my love, my life
You are me.

I Love You, Forever and Always.
For an Eternity Together.

Life in a Love

Escape me?
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,-
So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me-

Robert Browning