Love can be shared in many different ways. Poets such as Shakespeare, Browning and Dickenson wrote words of love on parchment. You can find love just about anywhere. For me, love came early.
First Love: It takes me back to the young schoolboy with the big brown puppy-dog eyes, and a rock your world smile. We’ve known each other since the age of eight and ten. He had the manners of a true gentleman though he was so shy, a dimple on each cheek and one in the middle of his chin, and on his head laid a thick mass of brown hair. I look back and remember that young love was so innocent at fifteen. Not!
Crazy Love: At sixteen, I met a guy with olive skin he had thick dark unruly hair that you could run your fingers through. He had green eyes that were spell binding, and his smile was secretive. He wasn’t smart and he had no manners. He was a heartless bandit that I dreamed that I would marry someday. But someday never came because he couldn’t be true to just one special girl.
True Love: Arrived when I was seventeen, I lusted after a blonde-headed Adonis with eyes the color of the deep blue sea. He was fair of face, tall and handsome, a rebel without a cause. A lone wolf that liked to party, he was the golden boy that all the girls adored. But he was the one I fell in love with and chose to marry. I must say without regret that we’ve traveled the world. We have two beautiful grown children, a boy and a girl. We have shared love and life for over thirty-five years, together and apart love continues to grow. I know now, without a doubt that this beautiful man is my soul mate and he alone holds the key to my heart. At last True Love has found me. Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends, I hope Cupid’s arrow finds you too.