Letter to my Husband

I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
ASummer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom for many a May
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!

My husband read this poem to me one cold night snuggled by the fire

I laid there silently watching his mouth and smiling to myself like a kitten with a bowl of cream, you know that smirk you get thinking ” he’s MINE”


I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair
I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!
I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be

My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I love to listen to POETRY with him, wouldn’t you!


3 thoughts on “Letter to my Husband”

  1. IF somehow you could have these, with you reading them! I think people would flock, to hear the extraordinary poetry/prose – read by an angel with an Australian accent. Wow! You are FABULOUS! Do you take pills for sexy, MyDaz? You must!!

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    1. Honey thank you for that idea 😁 yes Mystic POET an American with a voice rich and smooth may agree to Do the Podcasts for us. Let’s try him, best I do it. There’s always an angle to the deal with that crew lol. 😁

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