My Heart's Love
I am placing this page here in tribute to the love of my life. This may sound very sappy to many of you, but my wife is the one main priority in my life. Here I will place various love poems, thoughts, and letters that I have found and/or written myself. Sort of as a tribute to my love for her. I love you my wife, thank you for giving my life value. Please go by and visit her pagan page, Kylia's Korner. And learn more about this extrordinary beautiful Princess, that blessed me, by calling me husband.
New Beginnings
How often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning-
And it does not take a new year
To make a brand-new start,
It only takes the deep desire
To try with all our heart
To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little "sunshine"
To the world in which we're living-
So never give up in despair
And think that we are through,
For there's always a tommorrow
And a chance to start anew.
Written by: Helen Steiner Rice
Good Morning My Lover,
In all the world despair, apathy and depression abound. I am often amazed in the meaning my life's existence has in this world. I am 31 and to this effect have few material possessions. I have neither a home, a new car or a Career which offers great benefits and pay. I have some college, am very well trained as a Police officer and have prior Military experience. Is there a guide book to life, which states where I should be now and what I should have? If so I doubt I have met those expectation set forth on those pages.
To all this I happily laugh, for I have been gifted beyond treasures and mere words. I have the love of the most beautiful woman I have ever met and have been blessed with the love of two wonderfully great children. Who have taken me as their own as father.Thank you honey for giving my life value.
Eternally Yours,
Your Husband
A Quilt is All we Need
For on that quilt,
I would make love to you,
Passionate breathless affairs.
Our hearts and bodies entwined as one.
Snuggle with you,
Watch countless movies and
Go on countless picnics with you.
Snuggle up on cold evenings,
Out at the lake with you.
And when I missed you,
The way I do now.
I could wrap myself inside that quilt,
And cry and smile and laugh,
For it would be like having you near.
Your smell would permeate it,
Your laughter would be whispers,
Along the thread.
For love is a tender and fragile thing,
And while you have it memories should
Be made.
Written by: Cian Fearghal 1999
I'm Under Your Spell
I'm under your spell,
your taste and your smell.
I feel you close and,
oh, so near.
You're the wishes I make
and the chances I take.
For I'm under your spell.
You're the star I see
shooting across the sky.
You're the joy that I'm
feeling when I quietly sigh.
You're the beauty of my smile
and the bounce in my step.
And all the wonderful thing's
we have to do, yet.
For I'm under your spell,
your taste and your smell.
You're the wishes I make
and the chances I take.
Make no mistake...
I'm under your spell..
Written by: Kristine Beulke
Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well
EVERYTHING IN EXCESS!
To enjoy the flower of life take big bites.
Moderation is for Monks.
Another ingredient for a happy marriage: Budget the luxeries first!
And still another-See to it she has her own desk-then keep your hands off it!
And another-in a family arguement, if it turns out you are right-apologize at once!
Rub her feet.
"I CAME, I SAW, SHE CONQUERED"
(The original Latin seems to have been garbled.)
A woman is not property and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dreamworld.
The above phrases come from The Notebooks of Lazarus Long. He is a fictional character created by Robert A. Heinlein. I put great store in his wisdom.
Love's Vision
The breath of your hair,
The curve of your face,
The feel of your lips,
With each blessed kiss,
Erotic touches with fingers of lace,
These things my heart yearn for,
And hungrily miss.
In deep pools of crystal blue oblivion,
Your eyes enrapture my soul.
No longer for granted,
These things I will take.
I love you so Sherri,
With each impassioned embrace.
Written by: Cian Fearghal 1999
Rib Reunited
My heart beats hard in my chest,
To see you each day.
My heart yearns for your presence,
When you are away.
My love grows to immeasurable bounds,
With each dream I have of you.
And when I awake and rollover,
I see you there, beside me.
I watch you in gentle sleep.
Your chest rises and falls,
In sweet rhythmic tranquility.
You're silky golden hair,
Awash the pillow in a vibrancy of Gold.
Your satin smooth skin aglow.
This is where I was meant to be.
GOD, I thank you,
From the depths of my heart.
For, I have found my other rib.
And it resides next to my beloved's heart.
I love you Sherri.
Written by: Cian Fearghal 1999
When she speaks, LISTEN. For every word she speaks that falls upon deaf ears, murders a piece of her soul.
Always keep your teeth clean, for her lips may soon seek a kiss.
Plan special moments. A quilt, bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, and a movie or beach at night. Do something similiar often. For each moment you waste with her, will be regrets you take to the grave.
Take your wife on a date.
Show her your love in every word, deed and thought. And happiness will surely follow.
Written by: Cian Fearghal 1999
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