…seeing you up on the ladder cleaning out the gutters in your overall shorts and your straw hat. You looked very cute.
Archive for September, 2011
… what a good kisser you are. In my memory are mostly slow, soft and tender kisses but also there are your highly passionate ones near the crescendo of a rapturous moment.
Taken from “What I Love About You” by Averil Binetti
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin.
Your breath on my neck,
That quivers within.
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair.
The kindness in your smile,
That strength in your stare.
Your kiss on my lips,
Your body near mine.
The stroke of your touch,
That feeling inside.
…when you took your dress off and posed in your slip for my camera in plain view in a city park. I cherish that memory.
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett, April 1, 1846
through the distance…
…when we went to San Antonio for a few days. We saw the Alamo, had fun at Riverwalk and took a nighttime ride in a white horse-drawn carriage while we snuggled from the cold.
…making love with candles burning all around the room and seeing how beautiful you were in the soft glow of the dancing flames.
Erica Jong, O Magazine, February 2004
Love is everything it’s cracked up to be.
That’s why people are so cynical about it…
It really is worth fighting for,
risking everything for.
And the trouble is,
if you don’t risk everything,
you risk even more.
…the times we spent together snuggling on the couch while we watched a movie. It was difficult to know where I ended and you began.
Napoleon to Josephine, April 5, 1976
My one and only Josephine,
apart from you
there is no joy;
away from you,
the world is a desert
where I am alone…
You have robbed me of more than my soul;
you are the one thought of my life.
…watching you sign with the deaf kids and how they would gather around you. You have a special gift with children.
From the novel “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks
I am nothing special, of this I am sure.
I am a common man with common thoughts
and I’ve led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me
and my name will soon be forgotten,
but I’ve loved another
with all my heart and soul,
and to me, this has always been enough.