Dear Chris,

   This is Love and this is Life,
Such is the stuff of dreams.
   This is pain and this is strife,
And this is the giving of the same.
   My love knows no bounds,
Only shackles and chains...
...and struggles to be free

   FREE to fly and flit to see,
        Always alighting on thee.

   My questions, my tears, and curiosity,
break the bonds of matrimony,
   My fear is real, my love alive
and nothing more, for which I strive.
   I live with LOVE and breathe with PAIN,
        forever try to loose the chains,
        that have formed and mangled me,

   ...Open eyes - for with to see,
hide the truth, swallow pain
   and chalk it up to insanity.
   Addiction's pain, sweet absurdity,
"how I regret using thee..."
        "In God's time"
        "Thy will be done"
        And save us Lord from setting suns.

   And so I end my rhyme
        And end my puns
   And give in to truth and serenity.

   I hope you'll stay,
        to love and grow
   in freedom from the shackles
        that I bestow -

   Love is all and love is naught,
but love is... all I got,
   Smile and cry,
cheer and try -
   Be patient with your alibi.

   Love me true or love me not,
Have no fear and forget me not,
   This is life and sweetness beckons,
Time for bed - don't you reckon.

Love,
Jeanne