25 lutego 2014
A poem on my darling’s birthday
(for Daleen)
Birthdays come and birthdays go
and yet there is something of the magic
of what life really is
caught in simple moments just like these
and the true length of life we do not know
or if we will be happy and healthy or be sick,
if important things we will experience or miss
while the rosy blossom of life does glow
upon your soft cheek
and your golden eyes do shine
with a deep perplexing happiness
and yet our lives we do not to destiny throw
but do for deeper meaning seek
for something lasting and divine
and the beauty that only a husband in love can behold
comes in moments of mere bliss
when something special lingers in each kiss
and I wish that every other day be blessed like this
that love will burn as bright when we are old
that even times of turmoil and sadness
will be turned around to gladness,
to the perfection of a eternal spring
and that life will have greatness in everything.
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