Subj: Poem To My Love
Date: 3/15/01 10:25:45 PM Central Standard Time
From: Shadowalker
Barnabas gently lifted the small delicate fingers of his wife, as the love and joy filled his heart at her beauty.
He kissed each of her fingers with care, paying special attention to the blue sapphire that sparlked upon her third finger on her left hand.
He looked into her eyes. The eyes that reflected the great love she had for this man.
He watched as the flames captured the fiery auburn of her hair, making his heart ache with the unbounded love he had for her.
He held her hand as he continued the poem he had started just moments before. He had searched all day for just the perfect way to end this special night.......
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
*e.e. cummings
At the last word he closed the book, carefully laying it on top of the table in front of them.
Turning, he could no longer wait, and took her into his arms.
Kissing her deeply and passionately, his lips left her own.
A smile played upon his each corner of his sensual lips before he finally searched with his own deep chestnut colored eyes deep into her her, delving deeper into her soul and into her heart........
Speaking a quiet lovers whisper, "happy anniversary my love, my dearest Julia...."