What my Mary means to me
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My Mary means so many things it's hard to know where to start, but I guess the most important thing is that she thinks like me. She can see the most beautiful thing with an eye that filters out all of the peripheral ugliness of the world around it and focus completely on the object itself. She isn't particularly an artist although she does have some wonderful talents for working with the written word. But, she can see art in all of its natural glory whether it be a written passage, a painted picture, an object made of natural and synthetic materials, music, dance or love. She knows well the beautiful art of love and can speak the language like a Frenchman. She loves nature and can hear the music in a waterfall, see the poetry in a mother cat nurturing her kittens, feel the warmth of autumn leaves and see the future in the stars. She laughs with the ease of breath, she cries with the tremor of a lost child, she sings with the loveliness of a small bird and she speaks with the knowledge of a college professor. She knows the inherent rightness of honesty and understands that anything worth having is worth working for.
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She's taken the time and exerted the effort to educate herself and has done very well in her chosen career and yet she will accept the abundance of the universe in all its forms. She is one of the few people I know who will take the time to stop and pick up a penny, not out of any sense of need but in the knowledge that the universe always has the option to quit sending fortune if it decides we aren't appreciative. She understands that while her career will provide handsomely, that it is only through enterprise that we can rise above the mundane, workaday world we now live in. She stands ready, able and willing to follow me into the world of self made fortune. She likes to dream of wealth but she is willing to forgo it for the happiness of just being together if we never really hit it big.
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Is she beautiful? Yes. She has an inner light that glows with the beauty of a woman of great substance. A warm, caring lady with the compassion of a mother, the sensuousness of a lover, the openness of a friend. She is the best friend I've ever known. She listens to me when I need to talk and talks to me when I need to listen. She will stand behind me when I need support, beside me when I need companionship and in front of me when I need protection. Why do I love her? I don't even pretend to know all of the reasons but I'm sure that everyday for the rest of my life... I'll find at least one more.
I love you sweetheart.
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