Today I have been polishing copper pots. It is kind of therapeutic for me just as is polishing silver. Yesterday, after I finished my blog, I began to go through old papers that needed to be thrown out. This process has taken much time since my love died. I found a valentine that my love gave me and it was so sweet. Then, I found something I wrote about my love more than twenty years ago.
Why I Love My Sweetheart
Such a gentle man he is. He even loves the ducks that swim in the lakes outside my window. Loving this man has opened up the whole world for me. In his gentle arms, I have seen the Tropic of Capricorn and the bluest skies above the Timor sea. He has hypnotized me and brought me to tears with his poetry. He was born to a great father. He drove me in the funeral procession of my old best friend. He is my best friend. He has kept me from harms way so many times I cannot count. He feeds me soup and orange juice when I am sick. He picks out the sweetest cards and brings me roses for Valentine's Day. He cried when I read this to him. He loves me, and one million words could not convey why I love his sweet heart.
Moving through my grief after four years can now handle some laughter and tears. I want and need fewer tears and more laughter.
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