Our first date was 31 years and 2 months ago. I was 17. We dated 1 1/2 years until I left for college - a Quaker College. You left for the Israeli Army.
12 years later, you looked me up, just a few months before my parents moved from the home in which I grew up. Thank you for finding me again. I'm sorry I made you wait so long.
I am your sun
You are my moon
Our love is constant as the Northern Star
Together we weave an eternal tapestry
Always unfolding, ever new
Our love existed before we began
Our love will continue after we're gone
Time warp travelers, souls united
Time does not bind us
Love lives on
I'm not a poet. As Rumi says, "However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words."
Rumi also says "With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven." Gary's "heaven" is a living hell.
"Thank you, Gary," seems such a paltry thing to say for the suffering you must endure to be by my side each day.
I am your sun
You are my moon
Our love is constant as the Northern Star
Together we weave an eternal tapestry
Always unfolding, ever new
Our love existed before we began
Our love will continue after we're gone
Time warp travelers, souls united
Time does not bind us
Love lives on
Rumi also says "With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven." Gary's "heaven" is a living hell.