Love is four-folds and some more..
Johnnie drove to the tip of the thumb in Lower Michigan. He needed the Lake Huron song. He was tire of the city and the voices. He went to Port Austin and he walked the long pier. He loved the pier, one mile long that take you into the arms of the lake. He sat down alone, watching the Winter water dance.
He was alone till a young man with a bottle of whiskey walked toward him. His face was wrong. He saw great sadness in the eyes. The man sat next to him and he offered the whiskey to him. He took the almost empty whiskey bottle, he finished off the bottle and he offered his hand to the man. He told him, my name is Johnnie, poet seeking the calm and the peace of the Winter lake. The man took his hand and he told him. My name is Paul. I am messed-up, confused and I did some bad things. Can I be forgiven?
He looked at the Lake Huron for a moment and he asked the man. Did you break a woman’s heart? The man looked hard into his eyes. I did. I know she would forgive me. She is a kind woman and I am a foolish man. He handed the man some coffee and he told him. Please allow me to tell you a story and then you buy the kind lady some flowers, go home and beg for forgiveness.
He told the young man. Look at the beautiful Lake Huron, she connect with Lake Superior. A forever bond. They meet and danced forever. I learn the hard way. Love is a four-folds. We will have our Spring time. The earth will come alive and we will become fearless. Our heart will grow stronger and braver. We will learn Spring fever and seek the smile of the pretty girl, seek to steal a kiss.
In the Summer, we will seek the shelter of love. Find a cheerful and kind woman. Seek laughter, seek more kisses and hands/fingers will entangle in love embrace.
In the Fall, the lingering love will need reminders. True love, real love need boundless nights of midnight dances, long and sweet kisses. The cooler night will need two to find peace and safety in each other eyes.
The Winter is hot chocolate mornings, holding each other tightly into the coldness of the night. Whispering sweet love words to make the night warmer and we need the quiet days of Winter. To make our hearts stronger.
Love is like a rose, so pretty and the thorns can make you bleed. A wise man treats his love like a violin. Using gentle caress to create perfect song and a happy woman. We must love our Bonnie girl and we must make her smile when the sun is on her face. Make her smile and dance in the darkness when the Winter blues are upon us. She is the first face and the last face, we want to see. Her words are our blessings that awake the sleeping heart and we must sing words of love to her till the end of time. To ensure she knows. She is your life.
The man looked sad and he asked. Can tomfoolery be forgotten? He told him. Remember what made the love so good. Do it again. Remember what made her smile. Make her smile again. Is she waiting for you and is she concern? The young man said yes, he got-up and he took my right hand. He thanked me and he walked toward the city of Port Austin.
He turned back to the lake and he told the lake. Please help this foolish man. Us men, we love the dance of tomfoolery.
Dancing Coyote