But to see her was to love her, love but her, and love her for ever.

Robert Burns (1759-1796) Scottish poet

BOX OF MEMORIES

Tonight, I found your box,
Packed away for years
In the back of my closet
Hidden from prying eyes.

I opened it with anticipation
And yet my fingers trembled
Unsure of what emotions I would open.

And there you were...
Exactly as I remembered you;
Perfectly preserved
Your photos, your letters, your gifts.

One by one I went through it all
Touching, feeling as I went;
Reading your letters again - remembering...

The freshness of your love enveloped me once more
Like scented Gladioli's you use to bring me.
Each letter moving me, stirring
Feelings I haven't felt since younger years.

Such a love as I never knew
So giving towards me
Never possessive or jealous
Only wanting my happiness.

I wonder where you are
If you are still alive
Or you yourself ever found
Happiness and love...

When I am gone and my
Children find this old box
What will they think?
This hidden love affair
I had with this man for so many years...

Will they be hurt or confused?
Will they understand their mother,
Lead by my example for them to
A greater meaning of love?

But most of all,
Will I see you again I wonder
On the other side of this veil?
For I know your love will be waiting for me
Even there, in eternity.

                                    poem by Michael Palmer

"I live for the little moments we share. It is where I fall in love with you, all over again"
                                                                                                    -Michael Palmer