Oh My Darling…
What dream is this? What wish consumes me? What fantasy am I lost in? What fancy have I plunged? What trance have I entered? What vision has blinded me? What delight am I lost within? What daydream have I fallen into? You Baby… YOU.
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Oh My Darling…
Time has caused what is in my heart to grow to healthy and strong. All others faded away over the years, but my feelings for you grew. My heart was once in my chest, but it’s yours now. Once given so completely it can not be taken away.
From the song “Old Friend by Phyllis Hyman
I miss the way
through my hair
Those cozy nights
in your easy chair
I won’t let
turn you away
Few things do I unquestioningly know, but one constant never wavers: I love you. I know you are from the inside out to a depth most human beings never experience. How blessed I am to care so deeply and more so to be loved as deeply in return.
American romantic writer and blogger, James Browning
It comes down to this…
I can say,
“I love you”
Your words, spoken and written, have a way like those of no one else to dance lucid and vivid in my heart, mind and soul. I can close my eyes and literally feel you through what you express. Oh, my Darling… you love me the way I need to be loved…
I am irrevocably changed. My existence has been permanently altered by loving you. I hear what was unheard; see what was unseen. My senses of taste, smell and touch are more alive than ever before.
By a writer unknown – anonymous
and nothing all at once.
find yourself smiling
while missing something
at the same time.
At times, you can
absolutely love a person,
all the while,
wanting to hate them.
Life comes with
except that smiling
will brighten your face,
laughing will enhance your eyes,
and falling in love
will change your life.
I often think I can not love you more than I do. Then I love you more. Sometimes it’s impossible to fathom how I could see you as prettier than I do. Then you become more beautiful than before. Once in a while I can’t imagine what we share working out, but then it always does. True love!
The thunder started early this morning. The lightning lit up our bedroom as we rested peacefully. We held each other tenderly as the storm rained hard. Another tender memory I will always hold dear.