| The days and years |
| Tell me |
| Of color greying |
| Of skin weathering, |
| But in my mind’s eye |
| You are held |
| Fixed |
| Cherished… |
|
| Your smile each morning |
| Is like the sunrise |
| Cresting mountains |
| Across a fog misted |
| Blue-grey valley, |
| Breath-taking. |
|
| Your gentle touch |
| Still makes my heart pound |
| Like ocean waves |
| Crashing and cascading |
| Across a rocky shoreline |
| Within my chest |
|
| Your kindness |
| Caresses me |
| Like a gentle breeze |
| On a warm summer’s evening |
|
| Your love |
| Envelopes me |
| Like a warm blanket |
| On a cold winter’s night |
|
| How do I love thee? |
| Across the days and years |
| From breath-taking dawn |
| Through mid-day’s lust, |
| Evening’s gentle breeze |
| To Winter’s warm embrace. |
|
| I love you across |
| Our lives together |
| And, |
| God willing, |
| Beyond |
|
| [My response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning — KMAB] |
|
| . |
| On This Day In: |
| 2013 |
Currency And Transport |
| 2012 |
Something Which Did Not Exist Before |
| 2011 |
True Magic |
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