Letters and promises

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                                   Letters and promises


You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.
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                  Dear Johnnie
I was so glad to have seen you in January. I loved how we danced together alone into the night and you held me tightly demanding little except my embrace and my words in my bed till the morning light. You told me. Love find you. You do not find love. I learn your words were true after you left me to return to Germany. I have loved you since our days of High School. I thought our love was just childhood wishes, bygone times lost in the wind and the storms of life. Today I write you, not demanding your attention but reminding you. I love and need you. I hope you love me too.
                     All my love
                          Julie
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 I wrote Julie some words.

                       Reverend love

My love, my kind friend.
My noble beauty of yesterday and today.
I have wished and prayed you loved and needed me still.
I  thought love lost, could not be found again.
Love fled cannot be returned.
Your letter made me very happy.
I told you often in the past.
If our love can be one. Love alike, cannot die.
Your heart so pure and kind. Is my only wish.
I love you dear Julie.
I promise to be with you till you do not need me no-more.
I will come to you in July my love.
If you have a change of heart. Please write me.
                     Love Johnnie
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                  Dear Johnnie
I languish for your return. Early Spring is here and I yearn for July. I have rented a apartment in Ann Arbor. We will celebrate the days of Summer together. Please call me when you arrive back in the USA. I'm conspiring our time together. You promised me an Lake Superior swim and the West Virginia mountains. I love and miss you Johnnie.
                               Julie
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I held her letter tightly and I put the sheets of papers near my heart. I know love can be myth and tale. I know love can be the song, a sweet dreams and final wish. Love letters and promises can lead to false passion and love martyr. I looked to the German Spring moon and I told her. Mistress moon, I wish for perfect ending and a lifetime of embrace with a perfect angel.

                                John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ardra]

:) loved reading the sweet letters shared between you both.... letters are so special...
i loved the lines Julie wrote to you - I'm conspiring our time together... :) heheh something i keep writing , when i write to my love....love is so mysterious how much ever we get we will never have enough of it.. thank you for sharing such a beautiful part of your life :) hope Julie misses you too .
sometimes i wonder which lucky one got to settle with you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ria. Love comes when love wants. Me and Julie were too young. We thought?

[Ardra]

i do agree love comes and also it goes when it wants :) ... i guess we do remember the ones we were close to at some point of the other... maybe the intensity of the relation would have changed..but the memories remain .. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes, you are right. Memories become gold.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Beautiful love letters, John, right from the heart. Thank you for sharing these personnal emotions. :) Rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Rudi. I appreciate the comment.

[Jon Roggie]

I like this. I miss the wait of a letter. Of course, sometimes the letters stop.

[Coyote Poetry]

Letters were cool. You can hold them and read them when needed. Thank you Jon for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, to be back in the days when a love letter was delivered to the home! To be able to hold it and think of where your loved one was when writing it....to re-read it and feel the paper it was written upon. The sharing of emotions in letters is so special and I think that has been lost in our world of the internet. Such a beautiful love story you tell here, John. I enjoyed it. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Lydia. I miss the days of letters and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

It is never just words...
because they have meaning and definition to us.
They can change feelings and outlooks,
letters are often not here in our present life and they are precious when we get them.
Ink and paper and the time of the penned message are wonderful to read,
and it is touching to send and receive them.
I love the exchange here and sharing of feelings between two souls.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Josie. Love is earn and gained by kindness shared and given.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

It also improved by trust and being loyal.This makes it stand the test of time!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your thoughts.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

:)
Letters & Literary Citizenship go hand and hand.

[aLittlePain]

Coyote, this is beautifully written and utterly moving. I love the story from both sides, the form in the way you've presented this piece is genius!
Isn't it the warmest feeling to look back revisit memories in ink, that conjures lovely images.

Ngā mihi maioha (warmest regards)
Rach x

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes it is. Old memories become gold. Thank you Rach fro reading and the comment. I do appreciate.read moreYes it is. Old memories become gold. Thank you Rach fro reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[barleygirl]

Ahhhhh! You've brought alive the good ole days of writing letters with pen and paper, that we can look back upon & take another drink of the adoration in faded ink. Those were the days! I feel sorry for today's youth, with their sound bytes & disappearances into the ether. Your story brings back the intensity of receiving something in the USPS from that special one. Also your interactions always so affectionate, yet free in your loving intent (((HUGS)))

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. I miss the days of letters. I still of a box filled with letters. The letters from father and Grandmother are very valuable to me now. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[MandaBear]

What a lovely write. I bet you have fun looking back at these memories of a love you had. These are really sweet. What a great read. I am glad I stopped to look at this one =)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you MandaBear. I appreciate the comment. You are right. Old memories become gold to us old men.

[mou]

A beautiful sensitive write...
I like the story and more the feel behind it.
I too believe that the power of any write is its feelings and this writing is all about it.
Thanks for sharing friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you mou. I appreciate the kind words and the comment.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Whoa......this is awesome and eminently moving. Exchange of love letters- a very good thing that has been included here, and the way the letters have been presented is praiseworthy. Very very truly said- true love does not die. I read somewhere- though I do not know who wrote these lines- "Our love is like a rose, plenty of moments soft as pedals, some moments sharp as thorns, but the difference between them is that our love will never wilt or die."
A very beautiful piece with fresh air and uniqueness. Keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Vatsal. I appreciate the comment.