Rob-oxytocin overdose

Rob-oxytocin overdose is no laughing matter -
I have been hooked and not getting any better
I have chosen to go on to this altered high
I am living dangerously and don't care if I die!

Every line of his face is etched deep onto my mind
So I will see him even if my eyes might blind
Every fibre of his voice resonates in my memory
So I will hear him even if ears desert me

I adore and love my unforgiving pusher
Peddling his Rob-oxytocin with unstinting fervour
I am not alone and, as every Rob-lover knows:
There is no cure for Rob-oxytocin overdose!

My dear Robert,
I heard your heart breaking so very far away;
I heard dark betrayals sucked your bright love away!
And though i ache and grieve across the distances with you,
i hope you know that, eventually, this will pass too...


To love someone completely is always a risk we take;
To trust them unconditionally is the leap we make;
But no one learns who will make no mistake,
And a wounded heart can mend as sure as it can break...


Take the time to weep, to rue and to rage;
Fill and black it in but remember to turn the page;
For this is but one leaf in your book of many more,
Surrender your loss and surge to the brighter shore!

For there is that horizon above which the sun will rise;
Anticipate it with healing heart and faithful eyes;
You who are loved so lavishly and well by so many,
Regroup, regain and return to Life's awful assymetry!

Though it's still winter in my country New Zealand down under...
I see the sun up in the sky radiating post-shower!
I eagerly look forward to the coming spring and then summer -
For I hear you will be in Ozzie to film "The Rover"!

Yes, I am selfish and I am all about me,
I cannot wait, and nor can you, You'll see!!

Lost and found my Rob-mojo

Six months since i last posted here:
i could be losing my Rob-mojo, i fear!
but then, just one glance at his awe-full face
tells me that i have never left this place:
this place where i can dream and hide,
share all the glowing ways i feel inside,
watching Him keeps me full of breath,
loving Him keeps me safe from death!
for what is this life if full of dread
if we opt for mediocrity and safe instead,
and not strain far beyond our wildest fantasies
to go where what can be and not just what is?
His life weaves a golden thread through mine -
subtle yet strong, resolute yet fine; n
ot giving or breaking or changing either,
but growing and flourishing and unfolding together!