With my arms, I bore you up as if you were a child, and spun you around, whirling, whirling around and holding you close, enfolding you and encompassing you. With my arms I gestured to you and beckoned you to join me again amongst the bright white sheets, where love was proved and would be again. With my arms I provide for you, and hope that they may never grow weary.
With my shoulders, I leaned hard against those things that would seek to break you from the dream that we had created. With my shoulders I gave you a place to lean and rest your head when you slumbered, or wept, or laughed. With my shoulders, I held you up on a pedistal, far above the crowd that milled around us, and your gaze went out for miles.
With my back, I carried those loads that were necessary; though they left me scarred, I would do it again with you. With my back, I was pressed against the bed by the weight of you on me, our bodies together again. With my back, I carried the stones that built our house, our refuge from the rest of the world.
With my heart, I was finally able to drink from that deep well of love, and slaked what I thirsted for until we were together. With my heart, I vowed to keep you as mine own, and committed myself to you for all time. With my heart, I loved you.
With me, we are one. With you, I can do anything.
2 comments:
Man, you write well!
Married since 2004... :-)
That you on the pics?
Really, its beautiful...
Fitèna
Oh this is so beautiful... my turn to be speechless. You write about love with such eloquence and warm feelings; I'm just in awe.
I have to admit though that I had to read this post again without looking at the photos, and it gave it a different meaning. But why tease us with blurred shots?? ;)
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