First Thought Every Morning

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

In Your Eyes

I remember…
…how you lit up when you first saw me after I had been away.  I knew I was loved by just looking in your eyes… 

Leo Tolstoy to his fiancé, Valeria Arsenev Nov. 2, 1856
I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious – your heart, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know.

How You Felt Hurt Me

I remember…
… when I was separated but not yet divorced and it bothered you to be seen with me because of it.  I regret it being an embarrassment to you, but how you felt hurt me.

Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning Sept 18, 1845
…that you should care at all for me has been a matter of unaffected wonder to me from the first hour until now – and I cannot help the pain I feel sometimes, in thinking that it would have been better for you if you never had known me…