~
a tribute to the good times
cannot neglect the rough.
without a struggle comes no prize,
cocoon would yield no butterfly,
and without the rain the rose would die.
so when i'm tempted to forget
just how far we've come,
please remind me, dear...
please remind me that you love me;
sweet promise whisper in my ear.
repaint the mem'ries 'cross my mind,
kaleidoscope of precious times;
remind me that our journey
of a thousand miles began
these many years ago now,
the day you took my hand;
remind me that each day
is just another step,
toward dreams and goals and promises
that together will be kept.
~
*post script.
a re-post from earlier days.
i must be feeling particularly reminiscent today
one of the earlier poems i wrote for my wife...
had to be twenty plus years ago now.*
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
~
a tribute to the good times
cannot neglect the rough.
without a struggle comes no prize,
cocoon would yield no butterfly,
and without the rain the rose would die.
so when i'm tempted to forget
just how far we've come,
please remind me, dear...
please remind me that you love me;
sweet promise whisper in my ear.
repaint the mem'ries 'cross my mind,
kaleidoscope of precious times;
remind me that our journey
of a thousand miles began
these many years ago now,
the day you took my hand;
remind me that each day
is just another step,
toward dreams and goals and promises
that together will be kept.
~
*post script.
a re-post from earlier days.
i must be feeling particularly reminiscent today
one of the earlier poems i wrote for my wife...
had to be twenty plus years ago now.*
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