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Wednesday, March 3rd 2004

5:10 PM

Another Poem for Anna

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Today, I write another poem for Anna in South Africa.  She is trying to get into the visa program with her church to visit the United States so we can meet.  I wrote and sent this poem to me.  I find my loneliness with take any company at this moment.  But, whatever the outcome, my heart still belongs to Alya in Moldova.

WALK WITH ME IN LOVE

My body is on fire
with the after glow of love;
Thunder and lighting and earthquakes
can't equal my passion with you.
my heart is on fire
with the emotions of our love;
Blue skies and rainbows and flowers
can't equal my enchantment with you .

Walk with me in love
Talk to me about what you cannot say to others
Laugh with me even when you feel silly
Cry with me when you are most upset
Plan with me all your dreams
Share with me all the beautiful things in life
Fight with me against all ugly things in life
Create with me dreams to follow
Have fun with me in whatever we do
Work with me towards common goals
Dance with me to the rhythm of our love
Walk with me throughout life
Let us hug each other
at every step in our journey
forever in love.

Doha wrote again.  She is head over heels about my poems I sent her.  My words have warmed her heart.  She has sent me some pictures of her.  I should receive them in a month.  She is a true friend...my arab beauty.  I find I have to write her each day to help you through her day.  She enjoys my presence through my words of love, understanding, and wisdom.  I really don't care how our governments feel about each other; but, my dear friend, Doha, is in my heart forever.

Gala wrote yesterday.  Seems she doesn't have money to pay for our writings.  This is a constant thing with writing foreign women in the countries once controlled by the Soviet Union.  I received another letter from the manager of the cafe she writes from.  I can't support two friends at once.  I have Alya to worry about.  I don't want her getting mixed up in any slavery in Moldova.  This is the behavior of foreign women when they can't live by their means alone.  I don't want this for my love of life.

Mmmmmmm....Baby!

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