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| It always amazes the old man when he looks at the woman by his side, that the passing years have not changed her since he took her for his bride. His fading eyesight skips over the wrinkled cheeks and brow, and lingers instead on the pretty girl sitting where the old woman sits now. The blue-veined hands that rocked their babes and pulled him closer each night, still fix his meals, and pat his face, and make his world seem right. He reaches over and picks up a hand worn with time like an old kid glove, and he places a kiss in the pretty girl's palm - she will always be his love. Now some say young love is the sweetest, and the passions of youth more sublime, but the love of the old, like the purest of gold, is refined in the furnace of time. |
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| "Grow old along with me - the best is yet to be. When our time has come, we will be as one. God bless our love, God bless our love. Grow old along with me - two branches of one tree... face the setting sun, when the day is done. God bless our love, God bless our love. Spending our lives together, man and wife together... world without end, world without end. Grow old along with me, whatever fate decrees... we will see it through, for our love is true. God bless our love, God bless our love." |
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| Do you remember Valentine's Day when you were in elementary school? Each student would decorate a box to go on their desk, and on Valentine's Day, you would put valentine cards in them for your friends. When I was in the third grade, I was in love with Billy Bob Monroe. He had red hair and freckles and he shot spit wads at me. I agonized over just the perfect valentine to give him - not too "mushy" because I knew boys didn't like "mushy", but something that would let him know how I felt. I carefully signed my name on the back of it and stuck it in his box. When I opened his, I knew I had wasted my time; his had two pigs in a mud puddle with "oink-oink, be mine!" at the top, it was torn and dirty, and his mother had signed it for him. I realized even back then that most men are totally clueless when it comes to romance. |
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| Aimee Jackson |
| Will Jackson |
| I have two lovely valentines each day of every year - a smiling boy, a smiling girl whom I hold very dear. Their little hearts hold so much love; they give me joy untold, and I am richer than a queen with love worth more than gold. They kiss me and they hug me and climb up on my knee; it's good to just be living in their happy company. |
| ...is grandchildren!! |
| This is a poem entitled "Old Love" I wrote for my Mother and Father on their 50th wedding anniversary...my daughter Joi Burns did the illustration for it. |
| HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to my family, my friends, my co-workers, and my internet buddies! Sandi, Judy, Shauna,Jim, Michael, Josh, Mitzi, Kelly, Chris, Mikey, Sarah, Becca, Kathy, Cathy, Wendy, Joi, Damon, Chuck, Ginger, William, little Will, Aimee, Solanna, JB, Karen, Kathy, Keela, Beth, Sherry, Tonya, the four Judy's, Carolyn, Stacey, Shari, Edie, Margaret, Owen, Phillip, Phil & Mary, the two Rebas, Herman, Maureen, Rhonda, Rodney, Bobby, Ruby, Sheriff Ann, Terri, Lt. Vailes, and Shantelle plus a few who will remain anonymous for special reasons! |