The best part of my life
Reason and passion in one
Envy-inducing talent
Vats of cuddles
Omnomnom
Richard Harris
Oh look at that! My list turned into an acrostic poem! Everybody's totally going to know that wasn't on purpose!
Speaking of poems on a more serious note, I came across this one today that I felt captured (in part) my marriage. A love poem for you, darling:
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
By Wallace Stevens
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
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You are a bright star in my life. I love you.
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