The survey yesterday was about politics in colorado, anyway, that did not move me whatsoever, what made me choke my tears was the elderly respondent who took the call for his wife because she was an invalid and he would do things for her instead... When asked if he goes to church, he said he could only do so when someone would come over and look after the wife... I was overwhelmed by how much love and dedication the old man has for his wife... With kind words spoken, it seems like the cross he carries isn't much of a burden for him, for he would, oddly as it may sound, lovingly say he spends most of his time looking after her... Mr. Beaver kudos to you and long live lasts-forever love.
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Love
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
aww...so sweet... i wish by the time i'd be too old (and too lazy and too insane) to do normal stuff, somebody would also lovingly and unselfishly take care of me. :)
ReplyDeletecorrect mareh ;) grow old with you ang drama, i was THIS close to tears yesterday while talking to that old guy...
ReplyDeleteyep, it would be totally nice to experience the aw-shucks-lasts-forever wuv ;)