tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18802054680224012652012-02-16T18:16:17.369-08:00justus1017http://www.blogger.com/profile/11564818636943846378noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880205468022401265.post-75756804988071800772008-08-03T11:45:00.000-07:002008-08-03T11:48:00.236-07:00<strong>More from my Loving and Wonderful Man. To get the full effect of this one you must picture the paper on which i received these romantic words. An old brown piece of paper with burnt edges shaped as a scroll.<br /></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I do not expect the spirit of Penelope to enter your breast, for I am not mighty or fearless (Only our love is brave, a rock against the wind) I cry and cringe when the cyclops peers into my cave. I do not expect your letters to be lengthy, and of love flourery and philosop for words are not our bond. I need only the hard fact of your existence for my substance. Our love is a rock against the wind not soft like silk or lace. In our time apart I still carry your heart as you will continue to have mine for all of eternity.<br />Forever and Always Yours,<br />JUSTIN</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880205468022401265-7575680498807180077?l=justus1017.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>justus1017http://www.blogger.com/profile/11564818636943846378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880205468022401265.post-22405862122958746952008-08-03T11:34:00.000-07:002008-08-03T11:43:43.183-07:00"The Call"<br />08/03/08<br />After just finishing your letter<br />Today I received in the mail,<br />My phone rings then answering I hear<br />You have a collect call from Sedgwick County Jail.<br />I listen to the instructions<br />then quickly press zero,<br />The pricey countdown then starts<br />and goes to quickly we already know.<br />You ask about our son and how I am feeling<br />I say my back hurts but I am fine,<br />You ask what time for visit on Monday<br />I tell you sometime after nine.<br />You then say how much you miss me<br />and that you are so ready to come home<br />I say I love and miss you too<br />and agree I am tired of being alone.<br />Then there is the unwanted beep<br />and annoying recorded voice,<br />The sixty second warning<br />forced to end our call without a choice.<br />Quickly saying goodnight and I love you<br />I miss you baby and then goodbye<br />Hearing only silence I hang up the phone<br />sitting and smiling while trying not to cry.<br />-Crystal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880205468022401265-2240586212295874695?l=justus1017.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>justus1017http://www.blogger.com/profile/11564818636943846378noreply@blogger.com0