Today marks the 10th Valentine’s Day I’ve spent with my loving wife Jenn. A milestone because she hasn’t killed me yet. I couldn’t let this day go by without telling her how much she’s meant to me. I know I don’t always remember the little things, but hope I’ve been there when she’s really needed me. Our life has seen both its fair share of joy and sadness. Through it all we’ve faced life’s little speed bumps together.
In fact this blog exists indirectly because of her. I don’t think I would have become a writer if not for her teaching me that happily ever after is more than an ending, it’s the start of a life—mainly our life together. So, before I get all weepy, I’d like to share a poem with you.
Jenn this is for you.
The shadow of yesterday’s heart
haunts me still
with the memories
of the wasted days
before she held my heart
in the passion of her mocha eyes.
Of when I knew
of mysteries born in lust,
yet never conceived
I could experience
the miracle of love,
until she touched
the soul born dead,
withering without her.
Could that I forsake the solitude
of those shallow days.
Yet then, I would belittle the joy
It took a lifetime to embrace
and promises forever
within the taste of her kiss.
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2 comments:
Wow.
Now that's a poem. Hope she squeezed the stuffin's outta ya for that one!
Maybe that's why Jmo has been so quiet lately. Maybe he's looking for his stuffin's...
*lifts a toast of sparkly wine to the lovers*
May true love reign forever.
And long live Anne McCaffrey.
MorganO
He is sweet, and I did squeeze him and he survived. My internet, however, didn't, because this is the first time I've been able to get on here to comment. *grrr*
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