Love You Honestly – Love, Sex & Poetry

Love You Honestly – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

I want
To love you
I want to
See all of your
And know your
I want to
Your hesitations
And see the
Deep secrets
You keep hidden
In your heart
I will love you
More in honesty
I want
To show you
The rooms in my heart
That I closed
In tragedy
I want you to
How my life evolved
And how I came
To be the
I am today
A strong loving woman
Who isn’t afraid to
The truth that
Lives in her heart
In the name of love
I want you to
Love me honestly
I’ll strip away
The illusions
So you can
See and know the
I am resilient
Because life
Broke me at
At a young age
I am wise
Because I’ve been
Forced to learn
Through pain
I am compassionate
Because I understand
The depths of
Human suffering
I’ve suffered
But I still love
I still believe
I still understand
There’s strength
In honesty
And wisdom
In self acceptance
Let me
Love you
And build a
New life with me
In this truth
Wrap the best days
Of my life
In the honesty
Of your love
And acceptance
I will love
Your weaknesses
As much as your
We will grow
Break the chains
That have held
Us both back
The chains
That once tied us
To our
Will tie us together
Break yourself
With my love
I will lay
Wide open
To catch your fall
I promise to
Love you
(C) 2014 Linda A. Long โ€“ All Rights Reserved
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Note: This flowed out of me like a river this morning. Like the words needed to be said. Like someone needed to hear words of love and supportโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’‹

On another note today, on December 7, 2003, my brother in law, Bob Darragh, had a heart attack and died while drinking a beer at the Linc during an Eagles vs. Cowboys game. I’ll never forget that day. I was actually driving from Philly to home in Ocean City, NJ that day & drove passed the Linc at the exact time of his death. Bob’s brother called me and told me to turn around and come back to his house. He didn’t tell me Bob died. He just told me Bob got sick at the game.

I stopped at a Wawa to get coffee and called my sister in law. She told me Bob died and they couldn’t find my sister and kids. I knew they were Christmas shopping with my sister. My sister’s cell phone was dead in the car. While in the Wawa parking lot, I was able to track them down at the Oxford Vally Mall. I had to tell them Bob was sick and they had to go to Methodist Hospital. I didn’t tell them he was dead. When I got to Bob’s brother’s house I found out a friend told them he died while they were driving. It was horrible.

I took a week off of work to help my sister and her kids. Having to pick my crying sister up off of her basement floor to get her dressed for her husband’s viewing is a memory I will never forget. ๐Ÿ™

Bob’s kids, my nephew, nieces and their friends are all going to the Eagles vs. Seahawks game today. It’s the first time they will be there on his anniversary. I know Bob’s spirit will be with the kids. I hope the “Die in” protestors don’t cause them any problems.

Fly Eagles Fly in Memory of Bob Darragh. โค๏ธ๐ŸˆโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘
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