Star filled night, Scotch, fire and Love

I've loved a lot of women in my time. Not a boast or wish or anything at all except a fact.  I'm sitting by a fire, sipping a single malt cask aged 23 year old scotch looking into my past and futures. So reflections come easily with Blackadder scotch, a fire, half moon rising …. Johnny Hartman with his marvelous smooth velvety voice beckoning. What perfection awaits us if only seen. 

So the woman I love, have loved and will love. I'll wish upon that star of yearning to carry me off.  I'll yearn for every true love I've ever had and will have. 

I once loved a woman ( and who hasn't?) that did not love me ( and who hasn't had this?).  Hawai'ian and she captured my longing and the pain of being adrift sans love and softness. What poems I wrote for her!  She asked me ….  Why can't I love more than one?  Who decides?

I've no answers. So I love without thought or reckoning of what may come. 

I think of you night and day, my one and only love, dead but also not yet born. You know I love you but words cannot do justice. 

I've loved a lot of women in my time. But none more than you and I'll always wish you had loved me in return. You'll go through life.  Wishing for the love I have for you…never knowing. But I know you my love and all the foolish things that remind of you on this smokey scotch star filled night . . . sitting by our fire . . . and loving you in the quiet raging solitude of my heart. 

Don't fall in love with a Redhead  - for sure she will break your heart.  Then again I've never been loved before.