It’s always – really, always – been clear to me why I love Michele. If words were wings, then dreamers would fly, ride or be able to convince their spouses of that love. It’s funny to know I’m not Icarus and yet still dream my wings (and true love) are real. A startlingly simple revelation after 26 years of Our Journey, one worth celebrating on this Valentine’s Day:
Yes, It's me in your Mirror
For you and me
life is not some dreary routine
but a marvel of humor and spirit
that travels at the speed of love.
For you and me
age is not the defining mood
where we hang on yesterdays -
because our dawns brings hope.
For you and me,
our presence, the whole of us,
a tumultuous togetherness,
carries me away in a storm.
For you and me
some things are self-evident.
But nothing charges me more
than meeting your smile.
My heart goes out to you
anywhere, any crazy time,
as we move along,
as we intertwine.
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