Waking before you and watching you sleep are precious times. In those moments the sweet child within you shows on the face of the beautiful woman you are. I love you for all you have been and yet will be.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
I turn around to face you,
hoping that it might seem,
that my face is
the first you see,
when you awaken
from your dream.
Your eyes lock onto mine,
and my skin
ignites with chills,
the love swimming in them,
is such an enormous thrill.
and pull me closer,
and I can’t help
Just the brush
and I melt
within your touch.
…to be happiest should have qualities that allow lovers to be foolish and silly like small children playing joyfully together without inhibition. The openness to naturally “be” without any worry about how each is perceiving the other: that’s true love.
Roman lyric poet Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)
It is lovely
to be silly
…is different in middle age. It has its own unique intensity that is far less consumed with desire and far more filled with gentle love like preteen children “like” each other. Falling in ‘love’ is easy. Falling in ‘like’ takes a lot more time.
Popular quote by an original author unknown
It’s so easy
…and its true meaning only now do I get first real glimpses of. Before I mistook neediness, wanting, fantasy, longing, yearning and craving to be love when actually such is its opposite. As children learn, love’s meaning is slowly being revealed to us.
English novelist, poet, playwright and painter D. H. Lawrence
Those that go
searching for love,
their own loveless-ness.
And the loveless
never find love,
only the loving find love.
And they never
have to seek for it.
…your tender heart and am happy to know you are letting it finally awaken. Far too long life circumstance caused you to hide your heart away in shadow while you kept your true feelings stuffed deeply down inside. I am proud of you.
“Myself” by the American ‘People’s Poet’ Edgar A. Guest
I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able as days go by,
To look at myself straight in the eye.
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to hide on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
What kind of person I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself in sham.
I want to go with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect
And in this struggle for fame and pelf (riches)
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluster and empty show.
I cannot hide myself from me;
I can see what others can never see;
I know what others can never know,
I cannot fool myself, and so
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
…that you have reached a point in your life where you want to discover the lost child within. Underneath the layers and layers of adult life lies a great treasure: a little girl who just wants to play.
Widely distributed poem by an author unknown
Laugh your heart out.
Dance in the rain.
Cherish the moment.
Ignore the pain.
Live, laugh, love,
Forgive and forget
Life’s too short to be
Living with regrets.