A very special time….and some museums.
Give her gold
and she’ll give you platinum
in return…..
Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
original painting by unknown artist
Category: marriage
My Love
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.”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Do You Know?
My Love, do you know how beautiful you are?
Do you
really know?
Stunning,
doesn’t even begin
to describe you.
And I love those colors on you.
Note: This is based on a conversation the two of us had….this morning.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
A Walk at Sunset
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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies
Embracing Her Light
She surrendered herself so completely to me, I was in awe of her humility
and I have never regretted holding her
embracing her light or being lost
in her ocean,
as we hold on
strengthening
each other.
Note: Yes I am absolutely writing of….. my wife. My Love!
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Shopping for Hats
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
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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