DEARHEART Think of a deer so timid; high spirited and running at the scent of danger and flash of light. A skittish creature, of extraordinary awareness. Quite impenetrable by nature. A frightened, gun-weary, shy being. Many guns have fired on this doe. Now In your mind’s eye, visualize this sensitive creature. See my heart become this deer, looking down a barrel, in fright; wary at the very thought of danger __ startled. Then my love; know why I run the other way from this smoking gun. No tethers should bind the softness of her limb nor finery; For she’s felt the hunters knife cut. Blink and she will flee into hedges   and camouflaged forests of her mind.    This dear-heart requires gentle, quiet hand. © 10/26/01 CGMair