Your wife is one lucky woman to have such a man who's able to write his heart's feelings.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
LOA
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| Posted by: Teriodin 23-Aug-2008, 02:01 PM |
| I still recall the sounds of celebration on that day When you said you’d be mine and I could say in truth That love abounds and I’d be yours forever. We supped fizzy wine and I knew in my heart That we’d never be apart For it would not beat without you. Your smiling face, your twinkling eyes have pierced me through We laughed, we danced, you had such grace – I knew An angel had from Heaven deigned to fall You are my all. My life, my love, my happiness and I confess That without you I’m incomplete. I can’t compete With those others who pass by, all starry eyed. I gaze into your azure orbs and fall. I fall and in my soul I feel eternity lies waiting. Time slows and has no meaning, but no hesitating Will stop me for, through the joy, the pain, the tears Of our Twenty-one short years, The Weaver’s thread is strong – the design clear. When you are near my spirit rises towards home And I’m complete, as is the pattern of our love The weft of heaven flew above the warp of earth And wove a cloth from our two souls that caught their mirth Forevermore we’ll be entwined, our lives perfected Heaven’s hand built not on sand with those life once rejected. |
| Posted by: Lady of Avalon 23-Aug-2008, 02:24 PM |
| A beautiful tribute to love and homage to the loved one. Your wife is one lucky woman to have such a man who's able to write his heart's feelings. Thank you for sharing it with us. LOA |
| Posted by: Leelee 23-Aug-2008, 02:28 PM |
Sigh....that is an absolutely lovely poem Teriodin Beautiful  |
| Posted by: iolanda 23-Aug-2008, 03:19 PM |
| I can't believe it, Teriodin!! Is still extant a man who writes and feels something of so wonderful, for his loved woman? I was quite sure they were extinguished.... Compliments, really.  Slàinte Iolanda |