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Let’s go somewhere beautiful where we can sit together and soak up what we see, hear and feel. It doesn’t matter where because as long we’re together; where we are will be beautiful. Love will paint the surroundings into a beautiful memory.

14th century Persian mystic and poet Hāfez
natureEver
since
happiness
heard
your
name,
it has
been
running
through
the streets
trying to
find you.

So Much More

Darling…
You have been missing from me my whole life. Your love now fills empty holes within I was barely aware of before. I am more; so much more than I have ever been before.

Seventeenth century English poet Richard Lovelace
clouds…I have
freedom
in my
love,
And
in my
soul
am free.
Angels
alone
that soar
above,
enjoy
such
liberty.

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.