My Anna Love

I treasure every meeting of our lips. Our dreams: as two dew drops melding in eternal kiss. A lake of pure desire, with the depth of eternity. This life stretches before us shore, to unending shore. every grain of sand, the first: "I love you" of countless lovers. And the whisper of the breeze "Thee...thou... and us". The butterfly fluttering past, with clumsy grace: like our love, the wings allowing us to soar. This is the show created by all lovers. The caw of a lonely bird reminds: that not all are found. Tears slip down our cheeks as we remember the pain of before. Here and now, we live in triumph because He made us. I ask you to marry me and the question is all of these: Will you be mine, my Anna? Will you be you? All you are and do is such a gift. And the statement of these: When you make me dinner you feed more than just my body, and fill more than my belly. When you say: "I love you" it not only reverberates in my ear drums. When you walk beside me holding my hand I hear, I feel, I know. When you smile my quivering heart strings play rejoicing symphonies When you are you: me? I am me. For my Anna...