Touch Me

My love has fingertips of fire

He lights my flesh with burning desire

10 hot embers melt my skin

A loving warmth that heals me within.

My love has eyes of cool crisp days

Of winter skies, a blue grey haze

2 gentle ponds that bathe my face

With an intense and longing visual embrace.

My love has a heart he's wrapped around my own

To provide me a safe and trusting home

We breath together, we beat in time

In all ways he touches me, tender, strong, sublime.

My love, touch me altijd!

Julia Ann Ferguson ~ May 5th 1998 (c)

 Maarten "took off" to buy me a rose for Valentine's Day...
losing me in a VERY crowded Piccadilly Circus!
I was way relieved when I found him again about 15 minutes later.
Especially since he had all our money, passports, train tickets, ect.

Just Thinking of You

I thought life was hard and cruel

Then you came along and reminded me how beautiful it can be

You encourage my heart to sing, my spirit to soar

and my dreams to take root.

You touch me across time and space

You reach into a special place

I feel your strength when there's nothing there

Your arms hold me up without a care

Your words give me courage to face each day

Your voice takes my breath away

And everytime I begin to fear

You reach out and say "Jule, I'm here"

How could I not fall in love with you!

How could I not want to hold your hand

Sail the ocean to your land

How can I not want to see

The man who helped God guide my life back to me...

Julia Ann Ferguson ~ Monday, January 24, 1998 (c)

Here we are somewhere in Portsmouth, England.
We just finished running through an old Church cemetery!
So much for respecting the dead.

Far away

Since we last touched

It seems so far away

I close my eyes

I breath you in

Trying to feel you near

Touch you here

My lips brush my hand

As I search my face

For your embrace

Far away

I linger in the memories

Etched forever

In my mind

Of your touch

Julia Ann Ferguson ~ March 02, 1998 (c)

We were like 2 little kids on our trip in February.
Everything was a photo opportunity.
Everything a memory to bring back a smile on my face.

On May 9th, 1998 Maarten and I celebrated National Windmill Day
at our local windmill in IJsselstein.
 We got this delightful picture of us sitting on flour sacks inside the windmill.
A reporter was told how we met and a few weeks later
a terrific article about us was published in a local newspaper.

We met on the most unlikely day, in the most unlikely way.
Neither of us looking for love, neither of us expecting to be lovers.
But we met....and we are in love.