Wednesday, May 25, 2011

5.24.11 whisper - a drabble of 100 words

The wrinkle-lines of your face are as dear to me now as they ever were. The laugh-lines are so much deeper than the frown-lines. Remember, love, when we said “I do” and then we did? We changed our little world. Your strength made me strong and your love made me beautiful.

Let’s go on holding hands, for as long as we can, love. Your gentle snores the soundtrack of my nights. Your precious old blue eyes the first thing I see in the morning. Just remember, love, til death do us part. Then, and only then, shall I say goodbye.

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