And today is actually the DAY when St. Valentine has his Hallmark moments! I am pleased to submit a very genuine expression of love in the form of a letter from one human being to another.
Dear Sister of My Heart,
by Madam Parisianne Modert
You first enchanted me with, “Woman falls from platform shoes…”, awakening my soul to your playful, vulnerable nature suggesting a Goya matadoress dancing, sunflower in your teeth, wearing red, daring any bull to charge. Nine months ago from that writing contest until now you have shared you heart, soul and mind’s experiences with mine claiming me as your preciously loved sister. I love you.
My dearest valentine, you are an enlightened, glowing heart, a dozen-red-roses-in-bloom Playologist. I can not encapsulate your spiritual beauty in a love letter for my words are merely a grain of sand compared to your lifetime valentines of inspiration. The waves roll, the birds sing, drifting on air as freely as the sun rises and falls judging not the love between us. We may not be sisters of common blood, but we are of common hearts eternally blessed to be each other’s loving sister.
Where would my heart be without you dear sister of my heart? For fifty years the blues and depression clouded my vision with little sunshine reaching me. Who else knew the tumbler combination to heal me? Happiness was a foreign language I could not speak before you.
No one understands human cruelty better than you dear sister of my heart yet you sing angelic forgiving, determined to heal the wounded, frightened and forgotten, who have been locked away too long in self-prisons of their own tears. I was an abandoned, sorrowful prisoner labeled hopeless by professionals, but you believed. When others saw so little in me, you envisioned so much, praising, forgiving, embracing and treasuring my soul, hidden away in darkness.
“Love is love” you often remind me with wisdoms harshly learned, given freely to me. I have become a flaming phoenix because of your life stories elegantly shared without barriers to emotional intimacy. Others scolded and belittled my inner-child. You said let’s play, let’s nurture, let’s live healthier lives together. You allow me Gaia confessional absolution without penitence other than sharing compassion with others . For this grace, God must love me to have rescued me from my forfeited life through you.
I write so you will know any expression of “but it was only a rumor”, does not apply to you in being my chosen sister of my heart. Life is a set of choices giving purpose through God’s free will. Your openness, giving me unconditional love as muse, artist and sister has allowed me to transform from selfish writer to inspired poet smiling valentine wishes versed in sweet tears.
My heart is Eden’s garden, once more innocent and pure dear sister. Your love given has become my redemption, my resurrection to rebirth and a joyous, loving peace.
My sisterly valentine wish for you, Mrs. Kyle Katz with your sassy booted soul, is a field of Tuscany wavering sunflowers with blue skied winds lifting your tattered angelic wings to flight.
Ti amerò in eterno dal mio cuore,
Mme. Parisianne Modert