Sitting, hidden here in the gardens,

I remain immersed in the novel’s dialog,

Soaking up the rain in 17^th-century Scottish highlands,

On a summer day.

 

Meanwhile, my body relaxes in the mid-afternoon, SOCAL shade.

 

Proving once again, the deliciousness of time travel.

We are excited to see you, on this beautiful day.

Take in the ocean breeze,

A lunch on the dock,

And a swim on the beach.

 

For such days are precious.

Be gentle with me, for I am tender;

Tender from an open heart,

Which I bared to you without limit.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I am hurting;

The hurt of my recent loss,

And a smiling face I may not see till eternity.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I am weak;

From years of hiding feelings and facts,

The world, or I was not ready for sharing.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I love you;

In ways deeds or words cannot express,

Yet, it radiates without pause, towards you.

Be gentle with me.

 

For I AM love itself, albeit sometimes disguised in the armor of my own making.