My love is an opal
Her eyes shimmer blue
And brown – deep azure pools
That get me lost
As I drown in her soul
Soaking in the warmth of
Her kindness and peace
A sparkling beauty that hypnotizes
My tumultuous spirit and
Calms my worried mind.
My love is an opal
Complex and diverse in formation
A pleasure to gaze upon
Metamorphic in her ability
To adapt to her beholder
A treasure I wish to hold
To my breast forever.
My love is an opal
Stunning
Celestial
Cherished
Powdery white
Stunningly strong
Shapely and thin
Porcelain
My love, she is like a porcelain bowl
Always full of something delicious
To be shared with brilliant conversation and joyous laughter!
Beautiful on the outside
Intricate on the inside
Brimming with nurturing warmth
And sustaining compassion
Here for me when I am sick
Sharing with me to end my hungering
Sits next to me quietly and contemplative
My love is like porcelain
Enduring
Useful
Gorgeous
One of a kind
Something I want near to me
For the rest of my life!
These words don’t suffice
For the depths of their meaning
So deep, an azure pool
Sky blue at the top
Navy in the middle
And a pitch blackness
Where no light can penetrate
Save the thought of you!
For true depth is darkness
And true love is the
Light that shines on
In your mind when
All else is dark.
That beacon that carries
You through darker moments,
Lonely nights and terrible possibilities
For even as we talk about
The “depth” of something
We rarely break down
What “deep” represents.
Like deep in the ground where
Well-springs hold dark waters
That once coaxed to the surface
Brings thirst-quenching Life!
Is the depth of my soul
A dark place as well?
It can’t be — For You are
The Light at the center of my Spirit
¡My Love!
It’s never too late for Love.
Even in our life’s winter
There is time to find
A partner to share the warmth.
No clock can count
The tides of Longing.
No ocean can quench
The thirst for companionship.
No, it’s never too late for Love.
The dawn is alive with
Songs of Love Birds
Calling that spring has come.
To find yet another day
For those in search of
A partner to share
Another night without
Solitude, another
Sunset that delights.
No, it’s never too late for Love.
So, as you find yourselves
In Love, it does not
Matter why or how —
Cherish this day
To Celebrate your Wedding,
This union, this moment,
This Love you’ve found.
Sly, daring, road running
Time of Love, not quite spring
But the waning days of winter sing
Of the promise — A Whisper
Of the returning season
Of raising a new generation
Of cunning birds…
This one with Lizard in mouth
An offering for his devote
Lifemate and lover.
In the road they dance
And show that they have
No patience for the changing clime
Rare to take flight, in pursuit he might
Soar from rooftop to rooftop.
With coos, clicks and beeps
He woos his sweet and as we pass
They pay no mind to our kind.
Orchids;
Rope after rope
of Marigolds
Fuchsia tapestry
Dancing to the fast fingers
of the solo guitarist
Black Bird
“Take these broken wings”
“We are gathered here to leap”
Like your brother and cousin
So small (now grown)
Splashing water in 99º
The gathering
With hand fans
waving to the beat (the heat)
As we assemble everyone
who cherish us
to bear witness
To our love —
The Souls Mate
The couple hitched
And at 17
This life has grown
Into One
I no
longer know
Myself
Without
seeing
you smile!
Old oak,
Varnish and chrome,
Stability;
Longitude.
Why buy
New Furniture
for Anniversary?
Shouldn’t it just
be solid
Antique?
What better
to recall
a time when
“Things”, like
relationships,
were better made.
Not angry
and fashionable
like the mob,
But the
Old Oak Tree;
Reminding Me
That patience
and time spent cherishing
the things
We already have
is what make
Great these
Long-lasting
Moments