M to B = B to M

  It started with an Ad , an A the first letter of the  "alpha " bet ,  my intuition got the best of me , so I read and then responded.. From the hills of Kentucky to the Island of Montréal , the route had been traced ,, your eyes to my smile . The words of ink flowed easily as each one of us stated our desires and fears our hopes and wishes.  Pictures of you became more abundant and my images on paper read a story of where and with who as you could begin to follow me somewhat on my outings of night. After a period of time we decided to voice our opinions and feelings of a vocal nature. A song was written and thus one for you,, and one for me. A short verse would be heard on the phone ,, and after laughter would follow. We knew that this was no longer just a beginning but a continuation of what would follow. We spoke of family and friends, of the past that brought us now together. You say that we must build on what we have and your life is to grow old together. I express my desire to build a bond of until death do us part.  The walls of family open up and now your Grandmother has become part of our world , as my friends take note of who and how you are. A meeting of minds has been set for us to meet. Plans are made as a frebility of excitement fills the air , the first effort does not a take-off as the soothsayers don their hats of deceit . Deception and disappointment is felt on both sides ,, time goes by as days are counted and then renewed .  After a time dates are chosen and  we set the motion into a clockwork timetable. From air to taxi to a Hotel we finally meet . Your eyes to my smile penetrate the glass that tries to be a shield but to no avail. Words flow easily as each one jockeys for a position . The time speeds by too quickly and we part but promise to come again , thoughts race rapidly in my mind of you as you leave ,, I close my eyes to sleep so that a new day will start once again ,, I walk the road as the fall colours of the trees blanket the hillsides as the asphalt paves my way to you. We smile and laugh and relish the thought that this is meant to be ,, after all this time we say good-bye ,, the leaves of the trees now become less apparent and prepare for my departure , my return will be a welcome blanket of  white.  The M to B of  B to M . is now integrated as one with the individuality of us both .. Love has ordained us with his/her blessing .It is now our turn to return the favour.

Nothing is Stopping Us Now

Jamie, The wind carries with it sometimes seeds of doubt. These seeds cannot grow but with the assistance of  Mankind. The demon seeds spinning schemes shall not prevail, for I shall neither plant or carefore or water such a thought , for this thought is not a friend of mine . The distance of us is a reality but what I feel and believe is that there will be doubts and whispers of weakness of seedlings ,, but my LOVE for you is like a seed that grows and places its roots steadily and nourishes itself from the fertilizers of your unquestionable LOVE for me . . I shall water thee with great affection and help you grow along by my side . I will tend to my garden very closely. And when the time comes to bloom I shall burst of much profusion . I will flower you with my LOVE and you shall whiff of the parfums that I shall give for all to know that Nothing is Stopping Us Now.. Michael Banks , 3 Juillet 2012