What I love about “MY” Michael Jackson. I love you inside out and outside in. Yes indeed, I love the way you danced into my heart, your expression, the involuntarily pout of those perfectly formed lips. I love your voice, the music, your style, your smile, your passion. I love, love, love all of those things. But what I cherish, what stands out most for me and melts my heart rendering me captive like a butterfly is the compassion, the love, the sincerity that shone in your eyes and the graceful beauty of your majestic hands. Yes Michael, when I say I love you, it has no carnal stigma attached to it, no lust. It is simple and pure and honest and from my heart. It’s ageless and boundless and goes beyond reason. It’s only love, and love is all that is required. I could love you from a distance for the rest of my life without you ever knowing or whispering my name. That is how I love you, that is MY “I love you”.
The planet cries your tears. The wind whispers your name. The earth moves to the melody, the rhythm of your heartbeat. And my heart breaks a little more each day without you. Angel, by definition: A typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth; One who manifests goodness, purity, and selflessness. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know who that describes.
Happy birthday Michael Jackson. On earth as it is in heaven, I honor you and celebrate all the gifts you left behind. Wish you were here. Oh! But you are…Always in my heart.
CassieforMaxwell
