When Jesus looked down from the cross..... He saw three women who loved Him...... His mother, His sister, and his lover.

Funny how few women dream of being His sister.  Who here dreams of being His mother?  No...... the ladies all want to be Christ's lover...... even the nuns betroth themselves to Christ........ and all the maidens run out to meet the bridegroom...... who is the bridegroom who cometh?  Joe Millionaire?

I'm sorry charles...... i'm not satisfied with three stars in defense of the lover..... the rumi alone should have brought me three stars..... grab those poems, and find an occasion to use them.

Rissey, rissey...... i don't think all intimacies are the same....... the intimacy you share with your daughter.... is certainly not the intimacy you share with the grocer...... and the intimacy of a lover...... is unknown until experienced.

A lover is only concerned with passion....... this passion manifests within the lover in only two ways...... ecstasy and longing...... this is all that lovers feel...... it is a simple purity of relationship.  Are you ecstatic in the company of your sister...... do you yearn only for her return when she is gone?  Does your passion for your flowers consume you during the winter....... that you count the days pining for spring?  I'm speaking of a different passion.

When lovers come together..... all the world is perfect.  There is no past or future when lovers embrace..... only the passion of the moment.  Lovers aren't worried about pensions and mortgage and insurance...... their concern is reunited passion.... burrowing, billowing, blasting, bursting forth.

Who knows of this relationship would never compare it to another...... for there is no relationship which CAN compare. The son want new parts for his car, the husband wants more starch in his shirts, the sister wants the favor that daddy showed you, the friend wants your husband.... or perhaps your son.  The lover only want his beloved...... his every breath and every thought.... is to return to her embrace.

And sex? Have you looked into your lover's eyes in that ecstatic orgasmic moment? Have you seen his face?  That look....... that sharing...... that intimacy... is what drives a lover's passion.  The stranger on the next swing will never see that look....... neither will your flowers evoke it.

The lover is something different. Those who know this..... understand. Life is easy for lovers..... heaven is simply being together.

Peace forever,
Amminadab