intertwining Sonya So it comes to an ordinary day in May of yet another year. I yearn for you in ways I didn't think were possible. The valley of my mind is filled with the vines of our love interwining. They have spanned the length of my body from the fiery cavern of my heart to the green valley of my mind, where the flowers of my dreams grow. "What dreams?" you may ask. Dreams of our bodies intertwining, of our laughter radiating throughout the room, of our tears of joy slipping down our cheeks as we hold each other and I whisper ever so softly... "I've missed you." No chocolate or beady eyed furry creature could ever replace you in my mind, nor my heart. The vines of our love shall always be intertwining....if you bring the watering can, I'll make sure sure we have plenty of sunlight. 030506 what's it to you? who go blather from