Category Archives: Prose and Poems

You Said…

For some reason this post has really connected with me.

Sadly, the handsome young man in the photo is no longer with us.
He was married for 20 years before he was killed in a motorbike accident, in May 2010, leaving behind a wife and 3 children.

His name was Duane, her name is Christina.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have.

Reblogged with kind permission of Christina Browlee ©

∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

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You said I was beautiful…

You made me feel like a goddess…

You said you loved me…

And proved it at every opportunity…

You said we were a perfect fit…

Like puzzle pieces…

You said if any one made me cry you’d make them cry…

And you did…

You said I was perfect…

When I didn’t feel remotely pretty…

We sang… We danced… We loved…

So passionately…completely…breathtakingly fantastic…

We were two pieces who became one whole…

You said you wanted to grow old with me…

You didn’t…

You left me…

You said you couldn’t guarantee to love me for the rest of my life

but you would love me for the rest of yours….

And you did…

Like a magnificent opus…

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Copyright © 2012 Christina Brownlee

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I just have to Reblog this entry, I love the words, the symbolism, the sentiment that these words express, the declaration of love that is stated here.
I wish I had written this myself, but alas I can’t take credit for this brilliant piece of prose.

Madhura Dabholkar

                     Give me your love…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give me your hand, I will hold it for ever

Give me your smile, I will never let it disappear

Give me your worries, to toss them in the air

Give me your heart, I want to stay in it forever.

 

Give me your eyes, to see the passion in it

Give me your arms, I want to bury myself within

Give me your faith, I promise to keep it safe

Give me your touch, to let me believe you are not a dream.

 

Give me your breathe & all the warmness of it

Give me your thoughts, to know what you feel

Give me your dreams, I promise to fulfill

Give me your love & I will love you, as…

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