When
feelings
are
at the surface,
and
the facade
of
solidity and strength
is
at rest.
When
nerve endings
are
vulnerable,
their
callused exteriors
folded
and lain upon a shelf.
When
the ache
in
a heart
can
be acknowledged,
and
a surging emptiness
tugs
at the soul.
This
is the time when
the
pure joy,
and
passion
of
true love,
can
be savored.
The
time when I understand
how
deeply my love for you reaches;
its
roots cradle my aching heart,
and
caress my exhausted spirit
with
eternal comfort.
Thank you...
I Love
You! AP
Slipping Away
The fireplace glows-
warm,
crackling,
dancing;
its romance
escaping
up the dark tunnel
into the night sky-
lost,
like the few
precious moments
of our time together. AP
The Little Girl
White
satin,
beads,
lace,
and
sequins,
without
chocolate,
Popsicle,
or spaghetti
stain;
no trace
of
the
little girl.
Not so
straight teeth,
now
an even row
of pearly
white,
the
dusting of freckles
gone;
not
trace of
the
little girl.
The
face beans
radiant,
her
mother sees
herself,
remembers
her day,
when
there was'
still
a trace of
the
little girl.
But look
close,
into
those shining eyes,
the
mischief,
the
wonder,
the
joy!
There
she is;
the
little girl.
You can't
see it?
Then
look through
her
fathers eyes,
he sees
the
little girl,
now
grown into
a beautiful
bride.
Something
in his
eye.
He has
always suspected
that
he is allergic to,
wedding
flowers. AP