Crescendo of a Rapturous Moment

I remember…
… 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.

How I Feel

I remember…
…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.

Attributed to Kyle Schmidt
I have said nothing
Because
There is nothing
I can say
That would describe
How I feel
As perfectly
As you deserve it.

Worth Fighting For

I remember…
…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.

Where I Ended and You Began

I remember…
…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.

With All My Heart and Soul

I remember…
…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.

Seemed to Mean So Little

I remember…
…when we were in Eastern Europe at the conference I attended and how you put a chair up on the bed so you could more easily see the frozen lake winter scene out the hotel window.

From “The First Day” Christina Rossetti, 1830 – 1894
I wish
I could remember
the first day,
First hour,
First moment
of your meeting me;
It seemed to
mean so little,
If only now
I could recall
that touch,
First touch
of hand in hand!

A Hole in the World

I remember…
…how cute you looked when you would take a nap snuggled up with Mr. Bear.  I miss sweet moments like that with you.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Pulitzer Prize Winner for Poetry, (1892 –1950)
Where you used to be,
There is a hole in the world,
Which I find myself
constantly walking around
in the daytime,
And falling in at night.
I miss you like hell.