Forever Love - On Valentines Day
In my life’s poem, my best moment begins with your smile crushing the ramparts of my discontent. It was then my heart recognized Love did exist. Has there ever been such compassion in anyone’s demure smile? A smile found only in the faces of angels with the power to remove hidden pain.
My life’s poem begins with your unfettered love. My love surrenders to your benevolence. Your generous heart humbles me. Was there ever such a magnanimous heart containing such sweet innocence? Your delicate face shames DaVinci's La Giaconda. Your delicate exquisiteness must have
appeared in some other millennium but not in my lifetime.
Your love transcended my self-inflicted macho pretenses. Before you came,
I believed my own charades and verbosity. You in your wisdom saw
through my spurious flamboyance, but acknowledged my essence.
Even in my worst display of 'machoness' you never left me, you stayed.
I knew then I would always need to love you. You kept me grounded.
It is written at the end of my life’s poem that after death has taken me away, we will meet again to revive our commitment and rekindle the love we vowed to pursue far beyond the pointing fingers of Sister Old Age and the clutching, bony hands of Brother Death. But then, isn’t that the essence of Forever Love?
To the end, my love, I persevere and survive to love you. Within the confined constant beating of my heart, I will always love you. I have always been desirous to see you happy and if providence sees fit to grant me one last humble wish it is to give you peaceful respite
away from the daily drudgery of toil you have endured for me.
I, ever mindful my grasp in talent, intelligence, abilities and achievements far exceed my reach, never turned away from the nourishment your Love
has given me. It illuminates my never-ending Love for you.
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