Okay, so this is dedicated to my first love, Miss Mandy Johnson. I loved her with all my heart and soul, and we had many great times together. Unfortunately, she died in a plane crash two years ago. She was twenty-one years old. I call that too young. This is for you, my love. This is for you, about you. It may be a different name, but it's still you.

This song is what I consider "our song," "More Love" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. I heard the song on the radio today and it got me thinking of Mandy. I don't own the lyrics; that'd be Mr. Robinson.

Let it be soon, don't hesitate
Make it now, don't wait
Open your heart & let my love come in
I want the moment to start when I can fill your heart

Sandy Weston was beautiful, so beautiful that one just knew that, before she had been born, that there had to have been some kind of conscious effort to make her breathtaking. It was as if the stars in the heavens had been placed in her eyes so that they could sparkle when she smiled, as if the color of the reddest rose was placed on her lips, as if all the wonderful smells of the earth, like the freshness of rain or the smell of cut grass, were all mixed together into one delightfully intoxicating odor and that was sprayed throughout her beautifully blonde hair and into her beautifully tanned skin. She was as close to a living goddess as had probably ever walked the earth.

More love, more joy
Than age or time could ever destroy
My love will be so sound
It would take about 100 lifetimes
To live it down, wear it down, tear it down

This is no fiction, this is no act
This is real, it's a fact
I'll always belong only to you

Jim knew how lucky he was to be with her. After all, being a living goddess, Sandy obviously had her pick of all the lesser mortals that surrounded her. However, being smart, Sandy was able to see them for what they were, just as Jim could see them. Sure, they had tons of money. Every one of them would easily be able to heap lavish and beautiful gifts upon her, day in and day out, until her bedroom would have looked like the gods' treasure room in the movie The Man who Would Be King. For a lot of other girls, that probably would have been just fine. However, Sandy wanted one thing more than anything else, and only Jim, a young guy from a middle-class family, almost a nothing, had this one thing for her.

It was love. Pure, simple, concentrated love. It was love that would last through the eternities. The world could be destroyed, re-built and last another two thousand years before Jim's roaring bonfire of love for Sandy would even begin to dim. Sandy and Jim's relationship deserved to be ranked among the greats, in the wonderful company of Antony and Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliet, Heathcliff and Catherine. Sandy and Jim both knew that their love would never die, and that only made their love grow deeper.

As we grow older no need to fear
When you need me I'll be here
I'll be beside you every step of the way
A heart that's truthful & keeping you youthful

Even when they were apart, Jim and Sandy knew that they would always be there for each other. Even when they were old and wrinkled, they'd still be sitting together, on their old porch swing, watching their grandkids play in the setting sun, laughing and talking about the "good ole' days," just like they now complained about their grandparents doing. However, both Jim and Sandy knew that it wouldn't matter. They'd still have each other, through thick and thin, through good times and bad, and they knew they'd always be beautiful to each other.

After all, they were in love, and love is a powerful thing.

More love, more joy
Than age or time could ever destroy
My love will be so sound
It would take about 100 lifetimes
To live it down, wear it down, tear it down