Sweet Comic Valentine …
Wherever you may be … be warned.
I am a woman on the edge. I wax and wane on the topic of love and romance.
Alas, The Day of Love is upon us and I must do my part.
Love and romance …
And the mere possibility of finding them. The chance encounter … that fleeting glance across a crowded room … when eyes meet and fates mingle.
I’ve been thinking about you
And where you might be.
Late at night I see your face
In the light of the moon
Behind the clouds racing across the sky
In the early morning hours
I hear your voice.
The sounds of rain on the roof
The gentle swaying of leaves in the breeze
On the other hand …
Being in love is like a train wreck. You never know if you’ll walk away with all your body parts.
Romance is the most popular theme in much of the music we love … the hand that strokes the strings of our heart … the lilting melody that circles in our brain all day and makes us smile.
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return”
My ex was not such a funny guy. He spent most of his adult life with a grimace. Late in life he developed an aneurysm which required brain surgery. They drilled a hole in his head and he’s been smiling ever since. Go figure.
Excerpts from … Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman …
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me
As good belongs to you
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them
They will ot let me off till I go with them,
Respond to them,
And discorrupt them,
And charge them full with the charge of the soul
Part of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s 43rd Sonnet …
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light
A bit of Gwendolyn Brooks’ To Be In Love …
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
My first love was Petie. He was a slight, wiry street kid with dark curls circling his round face and soft mink eyes that wrapped around me and kept me warm. I loved him unconditionally as much as a seven-year-old knows of love.
I have learned since that in that short time of innocence … a seven-year-old can know more of love than a seventeen-year-old … or a grown woman.
He gave me my first sweet kiss. It tasted like strawberry ice cream.
He fought with and for me. He was my best friend.
I wish Pete and his wife of 45 years, his two girls and four granddaughters … a Happy Day of Love. I’d like to believe he thinks of me once in a while and that he told her about me … his first love … his first kiss.
And there you have it … my special comic Valentine to you. The two sides of my humorous/serious self … the reflection of all that is good and right and some of the flash backs of what might not be so good.
Love is not perfect and in that it is all it needs to be for anyone at any time. It takes the very best and worst of who we are and mixes it with strange exotic ingredients and becomes a delightful treat.
On this annual day of love … I’d like to know …
Are you with the one you love?
Do you remember your first love
Or your forever love with a smile?
fOIS In The City
Maxine graphic https://www.pinterest.com/IBJET0/maxines-valentine/