![]() | Lovely words Gentle touches and kisses That's how we started As the time flows Many things has changed We argued and had a quarell occasionally Sometimes we did it until I'm crying in desperate And wanting to be away from you But something in my heart Prevented me from leaving you Something that wouldn't change Even if I said 'I don't love you anymore' Yes, My love wouldn't change And it will always be the same Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. My love for you.. Will last.. Eternally. I love you Honey more than words can Explain. |
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
An old poem from the Hubby. (April 2008)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Valentines day!
A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little one is making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear green-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
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James took me out. (Texas Land and Cattle) and we were sitting there eating our food the server comes up to us and hands us a gift card saying someone over there (pointed to the back wall) said to give this to you.. Umm. who is the mystery person? We ask the server of he can point the person out so we can say thank you he said they already gone.
James kept thinking who can if be the person he held the door open for, someone he help out from work, someone we know from vegas, family, or just a random person we have no clue.
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Going out to eat,
husband,
James,
poem,
Valentines day,
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