Romance Versus Love


Romance is flying.
Love is safe landing.
Romance is seeking perfection.
Love is forgiving faults.
Romance is fleeting.
Love is Long.
Romance is the anguish of waiting for the phone to ring to bring you words of endearment.
Love is the angusih of waiting for a call that will assure you that someone else is happy and safe.
Romance is eager-striving always to appear attractive to each other.
Love is two people who find beauty in each other-no matter how they look.
Romance is dancing in the moonlight, gazing deep into desired eyes across a candlelit table.
Love says, "You're tried, honey. I'll get up this time, " as you stumble through the darkness to warm a bottle or comfort a frightened child.
Romance is flattering attention.
Love is genuine thoughtfulness.
Romance is suspense, anticipation, excitment.
Love is dependability.
Romance is tingling excitement.
Love is tenderness, constancy, being cherished.
Romance is delicious.
Love is nourishes.
Romance can't last.
Love can't help it.

Marjorie Holmes, A Time to Love



This next poem is one of my absolute favorites. John's Dad use to read it to his wife when they were still with us on this earth. John first read it to me the first year of our marriage, in 1981. Enjoy and cuddle up to your sweetheart as you read it.

Should You Go First

Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear.
with happy days we've known.
In Spring I'll watch the roses red
when fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall when brown leaves call
I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought.
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No length'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.

Should you go first and I remain
One thing I'd have you do;
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same.
For someday, down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name.

Albert Rowswell




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