Sweetheart…
Never has there been a love exactly like ours. Our individual uniqueness, the time we live in and the contents of our hearts and minds shape us. Sharing love with you is wonderful. I never want this to end.

From “Their Eyes Were Watching God” by Zora Neale Hurston
… love isn’t something
like a grindstone
that’s the same thing
everywhere and does
the same thing to
everything it touches.
Love is like the sea.
It is a moving thing,
but still and all,
it takes its shape
from the shore it meets,
and it’s different
with every shore.