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In My Arms

I remember…
…holding you when you were scared about your Mother being sick and how it calmed you to be in my arms.  
 
French writer, François de La Rochefoucauld (1613 – 1680)
Absence diminishes
little passions
and increases
great ones,
as the wind
extinguishes candles
and fans a fire.

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The Meeting of Your Sparks

I remember…
…playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other.  You wore your favorite earmuffs.

American playwright, poet & novelist Natalie Clifford Barney (1876 –1972)
When you’re in love
you never really know
whether your elation
comes from the qualities
of the one you love, or
if it attributes them to her;
whether the light
which surrounds her like a halo
comes from you, from her,
or from the meeting of your sparks.

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Love is a Fire

I remember…
…the teddy bear I gave you when you were sick and how much you loved it.  I wonder if you still have it.
 
American actress Joan Crawford (1905 –1977)
Love is a fire. 
But whether it is going
to warm your heart
or burn down your house,
you can never tell.

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Thank You for Loving Me

I remember…
… you teaching me how to play pool.  I got really got at it.  Thank you. 

From the song “Thank You For Loving Me” by Bon Jovi
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn’t see
For parting my lips
When I couldn’t breathe
Thank you for loving me

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Never Forget

I remember…
… you telling me you loved me with all your heart but wanted a divorce because you could forgive me, but could never forget.

Henry Ward Beecher (1813 –1887)
I can forgive,
but I cannot forget,
is only another way of saying,
I will not forgive.
Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note
torn in two,
and burned up,
so that it never can be shown against one.

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As the Dew Loves FLowers

I remember…
… how you liked to wear some of my shirts and sweaters. You even wore my underwear sometimes.  It looked better on you than me.

Mark Twain To his future wife, Olivia Langdon, March 6, 1869
For I do love you…
…as the dew loves the flowers;
the birds love sunshine;
as wavelets love the breeze;
as mothers love their first-born;
as memory loves old faces;
as the yearning tides love the moon;
as the angels love the pure in heart.
I so love you that if you were taken from me
it seems as if all my love would follow after you
and leave my heart a dull and vacant ruin forever and forever.

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Your Body Against Mine

I remember…
…when we slow-danced how you would press your body against mine and I could feel your breasts against my chest. 

by Dick Stuphen, American writer, poet
Love me without fear
Trust me without questioning
Need me without demanding
Want me without restrictions
Accept me without change
Desire me without inhibitions
For a love so free….
Will never fly away.

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A Power I Cannot Resist

I remember…
… how we loved to kiss.  No one ever kissed me the way you did.  The sweetness of your lips remain burned into my memory.

John Keats to his fiancé Frances (Fanny) Brawne Lindon 1820
I cannot exist without you. 
I am forgetful of every thing
But seeing you again. 
My life seems to stop there.
I see no further.
You have absorb’d me.
You have ravish’d me away
By a power I cannot resist.

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The Wine of Love

I remember…
…the times when we took a shower together and how good it felt when you washed my back.

From “The Wine of Love” by James Thomson (1834-1882)
The wine of Love
is music,
And the feast of Love
is song,
And when Love sits down
to the banquet,
Love sits long.