I can’t speak of love and be believable.It’s all bells and confetti and “he’s the one!”
I saw him kneeling in an aisle at a discount store.He looked up,our eyes met, and something
inside my head said, this is the man
I’m going to marry. He was the first man
I couldn’t get enough of…his face, his eyes,his voice, his body, his spirit. He opened me
to love and it was everywhere. My life
became a wonder, an adventure.
He made me feel like an eagle soaringinstead of the broken bird I thought I was.
He lifted me up to a place where I take hold
of every minute and squeeze.
For forty-three years I have soared and heis always amazed at me. Even the days
that are sad or troubled
leave me with a soft landing in his arms.
No you won’t believe
my story of love for I can’t believe it myself.