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My Darling…
Youth isn’t wasted on the young, but love is often wasted by them. I am grateful to be “old” and understand the treasure of love and to be deeply thankful for the wealth of your affection.

From The Sheridan Centre for Elder Research website
e3275661a0bf5a848d62c16a14605b89Love,
like hope,
springs
eternal.
It knows
no age
limits,
no retirement
dates,
no physical
or mental
infirmities.

You Only

All is well, but I miss you with an aching hunger to be near you. Only you can sate my yearning; only you my love. All the sweeter the time will be when next I hold you again.

Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
2 prestty rosesEver has
it been
that love
knows not
its own
depth
until
the hour
of separation.

You Must Know

Calm your doubt. What we are sharing is real. To you I want to be the best man I have ever been. Love me with all your heart and your complete self; like I am loving you. You must know I’m ALL yours…

From “The Graveyard Book” by English writer Neil Gaimana psychedelic art 64
If you
dare
nothing,
then
when
the day
is over,
nothing
is all
you
will
have
gained.

Home

Honey…
“I’m home”. That’s how I feel in your arms; safe, cherished and loved. There is no better or stronger sense of belonging that I have known.

From “Home Sweet Home” by American novelist T.A. Chase

holding-hands (1)Home is
my heart
in your
hands,
and yours
in mine.
Nothing
will ever
change that.

Is it possible? Could it be true? Could I match someone so well she turns out to want only me as much as I want only her? Logic spins a hundred cautions. My heart trumps their appearance ten-fold with love.

By little known American writer, Michaela Ruiz
double sunset twoI think that we
were both
the same star
in the beginning
of the universe
and as the star
exploded
we drew apart.
Our atoms
merging
into two
different bodies,
but over time
our atoms
found a way
and found
each other again.

Through It All

My Darling…
Through good times and not; through all the sweetness and what comes that’s bitter; through every sunny and rainy day, through agreement and difference, through health and sickness… I will love you and keep my place by your side. Always.

JB & PW picnic heart

“Through It All” by Wayne Visser
Worlds may collide –
The sky turn to black
Mountains may crumble
The earth shake beneath your feet
Rivers may dry up
The oceans lash out with tidal waves –
And through it all
I will stand beside you.

Others may desert you –
Fair weather friends and fickle family
They may walk away
Turn their backs and harden their hearts
They may change their minds
Break their promises and leave –
But through it all
I will be beside you.

Storms may come –
The seasons turn to winter
Rain may fall
The sunshine blotted out to grey
Drought may strike
The soil left parched and cracked –
Yet through it all
I will stay beside you.

People may talk –
Wag their poison tongues and frown
They may whisper
Spread their rumours like a plague
They may sow their lies
Tut-tut and shake their disapproving heads –
Still through it all
I will be beside you.

We may be apart –
Separated by borders and time zones
Oceans may divide us
Whole continents stand in our way
Walls of belief may rise up
Demarcating your world and mine –
And through it all
I will appear beside you.

Sickness may visit –
Weaken your will to rise and shine
Time may grow heavy
Drag down your body and fray your mind
Doubts may linger
Gnawing at our love like a cancer –
But through it all
I will remain beside you.

Through all of this and more –
Through shining days and unexpected adventures
Through vivid nights and breath-taking summits
Through blissful moments and beauty discovered
Through passion flights and laughter spilled together –
I will be beside you
Because side by side, for now and always
Is where we belong.

Wayne Visser © 2012

Captured My Soul

 

My Darling…
Still I am astounded. When first you came into view, I knew you, yet you were a complete stranger. Still you were so familiar; so known to me. Is it no wonder that I fell so easily? It feels like you have always been in my heart.

Canadian writer and poet, Christy A. Martine
love_at_first_sight_by_tw1sted_l0gicI spent
my days
waiting
for you,
searching
the crowds
for your face.
I stopped
breathing
the moment you
recognized me,
as you
captured
my soul
with your gaze.