Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Love.

They write books, sonnets and movies about it.

They call it Romance.

But I would think that love,

true love, transcends that.

It is more than “romance.”

Love, unconditional love, is where you

see the dings, the faults and the flaws,

but it just doesn’t matter.

That love lives within your heart.

No one is perfect …

you’ll never find that person.

Life passes too quickly for such a quest.

So celebrate the virtues within their faults.

There is this gift of love, I think,

that lives within each of us.

The warmth of that love when another

human being becomes a part of you.

It is jubilation.  It is a connection.

Some are able to find it in many.

Some refuse to look for it; to see it. 

Sad for them.

It is more than “romance,”

This love is life itself.

Love.

Have a tune for you today …

From one of my favorite songsmiths, enjoy.

Paul Williams: Evergreen 

Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you

Like a rose under the April snow
It was always certain love would grow
Love ageless and evergreen
Seldom seen by two

You and I will make each night a first
Every day a beginning
Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed
They warm and excite us 'cause we have is the brightest love

Two lights that shine as one
Morning glory and the midnight sun
Time we've learned to sail above
Time won't change the meaning of
One love ageless and ever evergreen