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1979-06-19

Tuesday, June 19th, 1979 



 
         Ten years I've loved this girl
         and I'm falling in love with her again.
         I'm beyond trying to understand
         what we are or what we'll be.
         Its just enough that life can hold this much for me;
         that I should love someone like Rose
         and that she could love someone like me.



 
         No mystery there of first time flesh, new skin to touch.
         No modesty or politeness, no measuring or comparing
         and yet, new.



 
         Each evolution of kindness is built
         on all that went before.
         Each caring, each easy assumption, each knowing...
         The appreciation of time and love's memories
         pressed in the squeeze of a hand.
         That happy glow just to join company.



 
         Its been so long since we've had pause to grow;
         divorce, lovers, bitter words,
         pain, growth, ...all unchangeable,
         all necessary for us to come here to this new love.



 
                                    gallagher
                                    19 Jun 1979

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1979-10-08 10-8/79

Monday, October 8th, 1979 

                                               10-8/79
         Hi Babe!
              Wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed the
         weekend.  Let’s do it again!
              Being at work is a real drag and it will be
         getting even worse.  Hardly any of my stuff was done
         last week.  At least it made the day go by real fast.
         Now I have decided to sluff off for the last 45 minutes.
              I’ve been thinking of you a bunch today.  There is
         so much I have wanted to say but I just don’t know how
         to put it into words. I guess what it all boils down to
         is that I love you.  Is that good or bad?  Sometimes
         its really hard to tell.
                             See you this weekend.
                                       Rose
         Written inside a card.  The card has a funny space
         creature on the front and inside it says, “Tell me its
         not just my body you crave!”.
                          Signed:
                              All my love
                                 Watermelon Lady

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1979-10-15

Monday, October 15th, 1979 

         The Buddha sings in my ear
         and I smile at purposes I can respect
         and enjoy.
         What can I offer Rose of this, my life?
         That she could accompany music she cannot hear?
         And wait on challenges she could never anticipate
         for the sake of the love of someone
         who loves with only half his heart?
         I would say to her, “Love me, but ask nothing of me.”
         Share my time, the eating of my bread,
         the aging of my wine, the passing of my years.
         But leave me my inner smiles, my dreams.
         That I hear my own music, however out of step
         it may be to anyone else’s.
         I am willing to give a lifetime commitment to love
         if it asks nothing of me but what I would give.
         That the changing aspects of my attention should not
         be mistaken for the lessening of my regard, I would hope.
                                       gallagher
                                       15 Oct 1979

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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