i can't hug her personally nor plant a soft kiss on her forehead or more sweetly upon her lips,
because,
she is miles across the seas and skies,
far is margarita.
but,
I hug back this sunlight that hugs me now and warms my heart
for I know this same sunlight will hug her too, later, and she will embrace the same,
and her heart will feel the same warmth I felt,
and be assured, and be comforted.
i cannot physically hand her a rose today
i remembered giving her flowers just once during the courtship days --
a good friend knew i will visit her and my friend picked flowers in her garden
for me to gift margarita,
they were white, and yellow, and pink, and delicate,
and they all smelled good,
and they made margarita smile --
those flowers whose names I never knew of were long gone now
but whenever I close my eyes, I see them inside,
still fresh and delicate and smelling sweetly,
and i remember her fond smile ..
so, Today, Valentine's Day,
I will be celebrating this day of hearts alone,
but deep in my heart i won't be
Margarita, my wife, will be here,
hugged tightly, kissed sweetly.
i will be in a quiet.corner of our humble house
a cup of steaming, black, brewed coffee near me
cuddling my guitar
i will be singing the song i made for her, only for her,
whisper it gently to the wind
who will whisper it to her
Today, Valentine's Day ..... --
" don't anybody stop the rain
from falling down Margarita's hair
let the gentle raindrops fall and settle down her head so fair;
let their coldness touch her
let their pureness wash her
don't anybody stop the rain from falling down Margarita's hair;
let her know how you love her
let her know how much you miss her
and tell her how just like the rain
you'd love to kiss Margarita's hair
yes, tell her how just like the rain
you'd love to be on Margarita's hair .. " --
my song is done
my heart is dancing
Happy Valentine's Day,
Sweet
Heart!
4 comments:
Nicely done Sito!
Thanks for the visit, a Brother. Happy Valentine's Day to you and your family.
Dear brother Sito, you are such a rich man. Tears to my eyes as I behold love dancing upon the page.
In Lak' ech, dear brother, prosper with an abundance of love.... live with the joy of wealth untouched...
Brother Chris,
i cannot thank you enough for always reminding me how truly rich we are, how love is our true and dearest treasure, beyond corruption and decay, beyond the ravages of time. i wrote this not just for myself but for those other blog friends out there who are physically far from their loved ones. let us embrace the sunlight, kiss the wind, and whisper our sweetest words to the fine rain for our ever dearest, and let these bring our love to them wherever they may be.
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