Why I'm Writing These Stories

''Do you Know Why I'm Writing These Stories? ''
she tells him.

Not to tell the world.
(they don't understand anyway, 
they think it's too good to be true, 
or straight out of a romantic fantasy)

Not to tell you
( you are right here with me .
living it all,
no need to remind you...)

Not to tell me
( as if I could ever forget,
ever....)

I write our story for another reason:
To immortalise a Work of Art
in progress.

All beautiful things in life
are works of art.
And works of art
need to be immortalised.

They deserve it.
And the world needs them.
That ugly, drab, twisted world of today
needs as much Beauty and Love
as it can possibly get.

Too much shortage of it.

''My love,
our Love 
spills anonymous blessings
to this world...''