Archive for August, 2011

I remember…
… how you loved smiley faces since you were little and collected anything with a smiley on it.  I think of you every time I see one.

By Yandinna Marie Smyth to her Husband February 2011
You are my first thought
Of every morning
And my last of every night,
You are the safety
In my darkness
And the brightness
In my light.

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Why Did You Let Her Leave?

I remember…
…how much you like fruit rollups, Rice Krispie treats and most of all, dunking Oreo’s in milk.

By a writer identified only as “Sarah”
If I ask you in years to come
When you’re old and grey
What did you do with your life my dear’
What do you think you might say?

You see, I know the answer
Though you would never admit
That your life will end broken hearted
Of a love lost too scared to commit.

You loved her so much
Why did you let her leave?
She loved you back
But you would never believe.
But that is your future
You are still in your past
Grab her and hold her
This love is meant to last.

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My Love is Lost

I remember…
…us being lazy on Sunday’s and you spending all afternoon leisurely reading the paper.

From the book “My Love is Lost” published privately by Judy Garland
My love is lost.
I held it as a handful of sand,
clenching my fist to hold it there.

Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.
Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss,
and, above all, every word.

For ’twas not into my ear you whispered
but into
my heart.

‘Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

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Start of Each New Day

I remember…
…coming over when we were getting to know each other and we drank two bottles of wine over a full evening.  A fun time!

English love poem – Author unknown
With the start of each new day
I find myself thinking of you
In the middle of my busy day
my mind wanders and I think of you
Out of nowhere I see your smile
hear your laugh and I think of you
Life is beautiful now because I fall in love
all over again each time I think of you.

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When Words Become Superfluous

I remember…
…kissing you on the forehead as I was leaving after visiting you for first time. 

Swedish actress Ingrid Bergman  (1915-1982)
A kiss
is a lovely trick
designed by nature
to stop speech
when words
become superfluous.

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Impossible to Draw

I remember…
…the car rides to no place in particular we liked to take on Sunday’s and how I would burn a special music CD for us to listen to then.





… I love you.

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No Other Thought

I remember…
… driving out of our way across town to meet before going to work simply so we could have a minute to hold each other. 

 from “Annabel Lee” by  Edgar Allan Poe

She lived with no other thought

than to love

and be loved by me…

We loved with a love

that was more than love…

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