Our Getaway II

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A very special time….and some museums.

Give her gold

and she’ll give you platinum

in return….. 

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original painting by unknown artist

My Love

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When she began loving me, it was like I suddenly understood,

everything made sense somehow.

I could trust her and be real

more importantly, her love allowed me to be

who I always wanted to be.

So even today,

all these years later

I still call her,

“My Love.”

       

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A Walk at Sunset

Beach Waves

As seagulls peer into waves expecting the night to fall, an older couple are still holding hands, refusing to give up their walk, in spite of the chill,

in spite of the sun setting, they had seen enough of hell, to recognize the true treasure now. They would never let go of love, or each other. 

    

Note: From my archives.

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Shopping for Hats

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I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,

looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.

And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing

your cheek, under the brim.

Yes, you will always be beautiful

to me, with or without

your hat on.

 

Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.

Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.

Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.

Peace.

    

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The Meaning of Rain

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When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.

And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?

As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.

I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury

speaks of peace

in the comfort of our blankets

and the beauty of your face gently resting

as we both ponder the meaning of rain.

    

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