We were impossibly young and so beautiful,
When we met and fell in Love.
You were the cool guy from the big city,
I was the shy small-town girl.
I bring you photographs of those days long ago,
You look and smile and ask me who those people are.
I take your hand, it is warm and strong in mine,
You don't remember me, but you know we belong together.
I tell you the stories of these two young people,
You listen intently, and study their faces.
And look into my face,
With wonder in your eyes.
I have come to understand that it doesn't matter,
That you no longer remember who we were then.
It only matters that we can sit and hold hands,
While I tell you stories of our past.
Like an olde photograph, memory can fade away,
Like an olde photograph, memory can fade away,
BUT LOVE ENDURES.
In the touch of hands, in a smile,
In the wonder I see in your eyes.
~Unknown
~Beannaichte'
12 February, 2015
12 February, 2015
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~A special note of gratitude, to Alex Kienow, for lending a hand with both skill and knowledge in the technical aspects, of computing. ~In addition, for demonstrating incredible patience and kindness, while importing the necessary information to my blog, regarding cancer awareness. Thank you, Alex! ~Beannaichte'
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