This is the Power Of Love in real *S*

 

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SECOND PLACE

"THE LETTER" 

- by Sirpa Bister (Dreamer)


It was a beautiful September morning....

Martti had been riding for hours now to reach the mansion before the people went out to their work in the fields. He had terrifying news, and knew that before this day was done, they would conduct a bigger search.

He had discovered a letter over the writing desk in his twin sister’s room early this morning. He had awakened with such a strange feeling that everything wasn't in order with her. It had always been like this, her pains were his, and his joys were hers, the infinite connection between two souls who had grown up in the same space. He got up and hurried into Dagmar's room and found the letter. While he read it, the blood drained from his body: Dagmar had gone away! He knew that someone had appeared in her life a few months ago, but she hadn't told him anymore than that.

Martti had heard quarrelling from the library last night between their parents and Dagmar, but when he tried to get into the room to stand behind his sister, they told him abruptly to go to his room and stay there. He wanted to hear what was being said, but he wouldn't dare listen behind the closed door, so he obeyed and went to his room.

He read further and there it was, she had found the love of her life, and she had asked for permission to meet him. As he was a poor foreigner and had other political views than her family, they had forbidden her from ever meeting him again. Her heart was broken. She had to make a very difficult decision. She decided to follow her heart, and together with her beloved had already made plans to run away. She wrote that as soon she knew their parents were asleep, she would get away. She had packed only a few belongings, as she wouldn't need many material things, for they had each other.

Martti looked up and he could hear the dogs barking. He had to hurry and reach her before she was totally gone. He had tears in his eyes and he felt so tired. Dagmar was so important to him; he felt that neither his heart nor his soul were present anymore. So here he was, riding faster than the wind, and he still hadn't found her anywhere. He wanted to find her. The life she had chosen wouldn’t be easy, life in poverty; Dagmar, who was used to living in luxury her whole life.

Suddenly he came to the stream that divided their land from the State land. He stopped and let his sweaty horse drink the fresh cold water. He wanted to refresh himself too, so he kneeled and washed his face and neck, and also drank the water from his cupped hands. "It tastes so good" he thought, "I will rest a small while here and then continue to the house, there’s only a few miles still to ride.” He sat under a tree and took out the letter and read it again, but this time he was reflecting with other thoughts, another view of the happenings, and he started to see things in another light. That was her life; did he have the right to interfere? He looked at his horse and heard the wind blowing through the top of the trees. "Yes, was it right?" He asked over and over again as he put himself in Dagmar’s position. Love, life, future - that was all up to Dagmar. If she wanted to live a life in poverty, why shouldn't she? At least she had found someone to love! He saw her face and the sore look in her eyes that she had yesterday, his last sight of her. It saddened his heart and he wondered if he would ever see her again.

"If it was me, what would I do?" he asked himself and thought, "I would let our parents find the letter and be happy for me!" Yes, probably that would be her reaction, so why did he think to betray her? Martti decided that he would let the time pass a little more and then he could ride home, show the letter, and tell that he had been searching for her without any result!

"Yes, that would be the best thing to do." He closed his eyes and sank into a world of dreams.

After a couple of hours he awoke and saddled his horse and rode to the mansion as fast as he could, so they wouldn't know that he had wasted important time. When he arrived, he could see from afar that things were topsy-turvy at the house. There were vans, men with horses, and his mother stood at the stairs crying. He jumped down from his horse and ran to her, giving her the letter and telling her to read it. She took it in her shaking hands, wiped away the tears and began to read. She cried out loud her husband’s name, and he came running to her immediately, just in time to take her in his arms as she fainted and fell lifeless to the ground. He kneeled beside her and shouted to the servant to get the smelling-salts. Meanwhile, he had placed her head in his lap and took the letter from her hand and read it. Martti looked at his father and could see the expression of shock by the pallor of his face.

Some time went by before his father reacted to anything, and then he turned around and told the men to saddle the horses. "When did you find the letter?" he asked Martti, who then told all he knew! He told all the ways and directions where he had been seeking her, and then his dad told those to the waiting men.

"Take care of your mother!" his father said, and ran to his horse to join the men in the search. Martti looked after them and saw the dust rising after the riders. He prayed silently that they would not find Dagmar.

Finally the servant brought the salts and let his mother smell it. She woke up looking around scared and asked "What happened?" remembering the letter at the same time. She sat up on the ground and took the letter to read it again. Martti helped her get up and inside to the salon, in order to let her lay down on the divan and rest.

Looking at him she asked, "Did you know about this Martti? Do you know where she has gone?" Martti shook his head and told her that he had no idea and that he knew even less than she did. She looked so beaten as she said, "I knew this would happen when your father forbade her to meet this man. I just knew this, but I didn't dare say a thing. You know your father, when he says no it is No!"

The day was going by and they all were waiting restlessly for the homecoming of the men for any news. Finally they could hear the horses arriving. Martti and his mother both ran outside to meet his father.

"Did you find her?" his mom asked.

"No, not a trail anywhere. They are far gone by now, and there will not be the slightest chance of us finding her anywhere - Darling, she is gone, forever!" She could see the change of expression in his face when he said, "She is not my daughter anymore and not one of you has any reason to try to find her, or to contact her in any way. She doesn't belong here anymore, so just forget that she exists!"

Martti's mother ran inside crying, and she knew that she would not see her precious daughter anymore, not in this life. And Martti felt the same thing deep inside.

"Farewell my dearest sister, farewell! We will meet again, one beautiful day!"

Twins who never again saw each other while alive, are together now, smiling down on us.

Copyright © 2003-2004 Sirpa Bister

Next

"Encounter!"

Part 3

My Grandparents, Dagmar and Mikko, were married a year after running away together. They had ten beautiful children. I was lucky to meet Martti’s son, also named Martti, who lives only 200km from me.

Sadly, Mikko, died of cancer when my dad was eighteen years old. The love my grandparents shared was so strong that Dagmar developed a mental disorder and had to check into an institute. She never recovered from her beloved’s departure; loving him deeply until her last breath!

Dagmar was the kindest, most humbled, beautiful and wise woman I ever met and she was the only one who I could tell everything. My granddad was a very handsome, kind and loving man, as I’ve been told. I wish I had known him. I miss them. But they are happily together now, and one day, we will all meet, one day!

“May God Bless their beautiful souls!”

 

 

THE POWER OF LOVE
Celine Dion
(Gunther Mende, Candy DeRouge, Jennifer Rush, Mary Susan Applegate)

The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling like thunder now
As I look in your eyes

I hold on to your body
And feel each move you make
Your voice is warm and tender
A love that I could not forsake

(First Chorus)
'Cause I am your lady
And you are my man
Whenever you reach for me
I'll do all that I can

Lost is how I'm feeling lying in your arms
When the world outside's too
Much to take
That all ends when I'm with you

Even though there may be times
It seems I'm far away
(But) Never wonder where I am
'Cause I am always by your side

(Repeat first chorus)

(Second Chorus)
We're heading for something
Somewhere I've never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But I'm ready to learn
('Bout) Of the power of love

The sound of your heart beating
Made it clear
Suddenly the feeling that I can't go on
Is light years away

(Repeat first chorus)

(Repeat second chorus)