Trading Places     He walked quietly into the eye of a storm, "Greg, you are so beautiful," he said, and stood firmly beside me, even as he realized, I was the source of the thunder and lightening He followed me, from the east coat to the west, and across the ocean and back, as demons beckoned me, from far away lands. He waited patiently for me, in the early hours of the morning, as I returned, carrying the scent of yet another man, and held me as I slept. "Greg, I love you," he said, looking into my eyes. I can still see his soft brown curls, and sad puppy dog eyes, as I said, "Toby, I cannot commit." He danced again tonight, for strangers, who wanted his body, but came home alone, to wait in the dark for me. Always faithful, always bending, always steady, always giving, always loving. He told me once, "The heart is the home," as we traveled from coast to coast. I'm glad you feel that way, I want to go to Chicago. "I'll go anywhere with you," he said. I am unable to speak, as I look at you now… so quiet and still, so mangled, wrapped in zippered plastic against cold hard steel. I see fragments of blood stained glass, from the windshield of the blue 78 Cougar, imbedded in your skin. Your fate in the Windy City, at my hand, I fear. Like Scarlett, I am free at last to speak, the words you always wanted to hear. For truly in my heart, I loved you, beyond the surface of my fear. Rise my love so I may fall.   -- Theron Beugin  

Angel of Mine	Imprisoned By Desire
A Promise of Unconditional Love	In Perfect Adoration
The Circle of Love	Letting Go
Color of Love	Life's Rose
Emancipation of the Soul	Love's Spell
Ever Changing Tide	So Beauteous Is My Love for Thee
Faith Is A Condition of Love	Trading Places
Fate's Chance	True Love
His Royal Highness, Christopher...	When Will There Be A Rainbow?
I Am	Winter of Your Soul
Illusions of Love	With Just A Little Faith

 

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