February 20, 2002

• Peter's energy filled me with golden bubbles that tickled my skin, and made me warm and glow.  I loved to breathe him in.  He believed in miracles, and would make you believe too.  Peter could see where no one else could, or would.   He was never afraid to cry. 

  
  

  Peter loved me too.  It's true.  We loved each other forever, no matter the storm.   We also both knew, we have known each other a very long time.   We are children, now, then, and always.  We will have another tomorrow.

  
  

  I'll always cry. 

  
  

  If there is only one time in your Life for truly knowing and having Loving Bliss, may that be enough forever and always.

  
  

  A poem Peter wrote me, not too long ago.....he had a way of making me feel like a Princess.

  
  

  I would gently touch your face
  and trace a journey round your lips
  to discover
  where your smile begins
  I would lightly brush your eyelids
  with my fingertips
  to feel the beauty
  of the soul
  which dwells within
  I would not invade your aura
  or presume upon your space
  but i will be here,
  should you need a friend
  to gently touch your face

  
  

  Peter S. Rutledge

  • 12:38 pm
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