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Friday, October 13, 2006

Old Love



My Italian grandparents who met when Nona was only sixteen years old and nono was twenty-four. He was looking out his window when he spotted her with a long flowing braid looking out from the building across the piazza to his. He told his dad that was the girl he was going to marry. Eight kids after and a long life of total love and devotion my nono died and my grandmother followed him eight years later.....true love!



"OLD LOVE"....For my one true love


When first we met, young at heart, body and soul, all my waking hours I spent thinking and longing for you.My nights …dreaming of you…drugged by love!!! No one else and nothing mattered;but only you!
My heart raced wildly, obsessively thinking and craving your touch,your embrace, your love.You sufficed my hunger for loves passion to exhaustion only for me to reciprocate to you my affections.Exhausted in love,sick in love and I’d die for love if I couldn’t have you.But this unreeling untamed love and passion I possessed would not last forever and neither would yours;it was the uniqueness of our original love.

Together now we have arrived to the center of our world.
Still madly in love…yes!
My affections more embodied then ever before….I still love you and you me; only now the thumping of my heart has faded a little…my anxiety has vanished,my dreams are filled with life’s realities and guiding angels and yes I still dream of you my darling.
My passion …; Still strong though I’m learning to have much patience.Longing has become part of the makeup of our present relationship.
Now we embark onto a new path … were it will leads us I don’t know,I only know I’ve known but only one true undying love and I wish that either you or I one day will say:

"Love of mine some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark”

Annabelle



"I Will Follow You Into The Dark"

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Death Cab for Cutie

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's a lovely story. My parents were together 60 years, and my Mom passed away in February ~ my Dad is just lost without her...

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