"LOVE" a word that can stand alone and yet capture emotions that define a lifetime.The color red, a symbol of the cocoon that covered and nourished us, it created a bond between us and the woman who bore us.The woman who thought us the beauty of and behind the four much cliched on alphabets "L-O-V-E".
We walked alone at first and then an arm slid into ours, we looked up to see our reflection and the sand below our feet became warmer, our beds seemed smaller and our world bigger.We watched the waves and listened to the sound of two hearts in harmony.We stood endlessly under an umbrella sharing an ice-cream as the world around rushed to their four walls for protection, we knew it was right there. The white ocean of blankets that surround us and yet I lay sleepless looking at your fingernails that developed when you were just 20 weeks old.I carry you in the womb of my heart.
As our hair turns shades of grey, we sit on bed sipping chocolate from the cups our children gave us for our 25th anniversary. The silver heart with us both on it looking young but, the weather is cold outside. We sit endlessly looking into eachother's eyes, reminiscing...The days we sat on the pouch and watched the geese fly and the flat rock that leaped over the brook 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7 that was our record, and vanished into silence.
We walked alone at first and then an arm slid into ours, we looked up to see our reflection and the sand below our feet became warmer, our beds seemed smaller and our world bigger.We watched the waves and listened to the sound of two hearts in harmony.We stood endlessly under an umbrella sharing an ice-cream as the world around rushed to their four walls for protection, we knew it was right there. The white ocean of blankets that surround us and yet I lay sleepless looking at your fingernails that developed when you were just 20 weeks old.I carry you in the womb of my heart.
As our hair turns shades of grey, we sit on bed sipping chocolate from the cups our children gave us for our 25th anniversary. The silver heart with us both on it looking young but, the weather is cold outside. We sit endlessly looking into eachother's eyes, reminiscing...The days we sat on the pouch and watched the geese fly and the flat rock that leaped over the brook 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7 that was our record, and vanished into silence.
It reminds me about so many thing... you know what it is, rite..?
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