Love To My Husband – Heather Mirassou

I am drawn to you like

The stars to the midnight skies

The Earth to the burning sun

Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like

An old pair of boots

A faded pair of jeans

My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like

Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake

Taking a walk in silence in the country

Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you like

The laughter that is uncontrollable

The heart that goes thump, thump, thump

Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being

Mind, body and soul are riveted by you

I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you

I love you

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About Heather Mirassou

I am a writer and poet. I am a Hippie at heart and cowgirl in spirit. I am kind, compassionate, loving and loyal and I am all forgiving. I accept and love all people, of all creeds, religions, color, sexual orientation and any other characteristics that are non-conforming to society’s mold. I am quiet in a crowd but speak volumes in my writing. It has given me a voice, when sometimes, I could not even speak. Writing gives me the freedom to be “ME”. It is my most natural and comfortable state. Writing to me, is as essential as breathing. I have two stellar and spectacular sons. Brandon & Trevor, ages 31 & 24. Being their mother is one of my greatest achievement of my life. They give me so much to live for. They inspire me, invigorate me and challenge me. They love me unconditionally. They have given me a fresh breath of life, when I’ve thought I had no breath left. They have faith and belief and remind me, that I can achieve any dream, any dream at all. I love to be outdoors. The beach is my favorite place to be. I can skip, run, fly a kite, gather shells and rocks, be romantic, be calmed by the waves and at peace with the ocean. The mountains becon me with wonder, I become one with the earth. Nature engulfs me, mind, body and spirit. I love spending time with my dogs, Jakey and Buster. Jakey, is a Great Pyrenees and Lab. Buster a long-haired Dachshund. Jakey loves to dance with me, muzzle me and put his head between my knees. He is my protector, my service dog and he keeps me giggling. Buster is my serious,lovable, loyal friend. He is my lap dog, a place he loves to be. My dogs are my daily company. They bring me absolute unconditional love and attention. They always know when I need love the most and they are always there providing love and comfort. I treasure my family and friendships both new and old. I receive gifts of experience, wisdom and love on a daily basis from those closest to me. In writing my poetry, I draw within the reflection of my soul. I write of beauty, of desire, of hope, of nature. I write some dark and some light. Some sad and some funny. Some old memories, some new. I write poetry of courage, defeat, dying and resurrection. I write about my life experience, my challenges, my dreams, my accomplishments, dreams not yet lived. I write of love, intimacy, vulnerability and sometimes subtle, erotic poetry. I write about my impression and observation of life and people living amongst me. I am forever changing on my life pendulum. With it, my poetry is changing and is a reflection of my soul. Thank you for visiting, My Poetry Soul Closet. I hope you leave with a warm heart, an open mind and kindred spirit. I hope my poetry somehow affects your impression of life, love and people. With a Smile, Heather Mirassoub
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