Thomas Hope

30.3.09

In The End

When I am old, all that I will remember of my life is you,
How beautiful you looked when we first christened our love,
How amazing you looked the night we first met,
How amazing you looked when we turned one hundred,
How much we laughed, how often I cried,
Don’t worry my love I was never sad not even for a moment.
I was from time to time jealous of my own being,
If I could pick another person to spend another moment with, it would be you,
There is no one more beautiful, no one simpler, and no one more complex,
When I look in the mirror I see you and then me.

Sometimes I spend hours looking for the words,
Hours lost in my dreams, unable to speak the words,
Unable to call out to you, frozen within my speechless thoughts,
For heaven does not name its angels so how could I name mine?
Should I think of my love as an angel or something more?
As there are pretty flowers and bright stars,
But aren’t pretty flowers just flowers and stars just light?
There are angels, preachers speak of them,
And who could speak of perfection, only perfection could speak truthfully of perfection.

There is something more then heaven in your smile,
A place unnamed in this world, a home that a dream can not hope to find,
Dreams are endless as is my love for you; beyond the end there is you,
I will die one day loving you just as I was born destined to love you,
My next words will speak of you as will my last words find peace in speaking your name,
I will die as every man will but I will die fulfilled, without regret or fear,
If heaven is more special then I will wish to visit with you often,
Death will not part us, eternity will comfort us and we will lie upon the earth together,
Young and restless, happy and beautiful, old and content,

When I am old, all that I will remember of my life is you,
All that will be worth remembering is our times together,
The laughter, the tears and the times in between,
This is life, our life; welcome to eternity it began the moment we met,
When I am thousand, all that I will remember of my life is you,
All that I will wish to remember is us,
All that will keep me remembering is you.



written, GeminiSide

C. Etheredge

26.3.09

written, GeminiSide

Tiffanie DeBartolo

20.3.09

written, GeminiSide

Bill Naughton

16.3.09

"When I look back on my little life, and all the women I've known I can't help but think about all that they have done for me, and how little I've done for them. How they looked after me, cared for me, and I repaid them by never returning the favor. I used to think I had the best set of the deal. What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket. Some nice threads. Fancy car at my disposal. And I'm single, unattached, free as a bird, I don't depend on nobody, no one depends on me. My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So what's the answer? That is what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?" Alfie

written, GeminiSide

King Henri II of France to Diane de Poiters

12.3.09

Alas, my lord, how much I rue
The time I lost in my youth
How often I wished
To have Diane as my only love
But I feared that such a goddess
Would not deign to stoop so low
To take notice of one, who
When denied her love
Had no pleasure, joy, or happiness
Until the day she granted him leave
To obey her commands
Once more a prince (oh my only princess)
My faith has no need of a fortress
A deep moat or fortified tower
For you are my lady, queen & mistress
For whom my love will be eternal

written, GeminiSide

Umberto Eco

8.3.09

written, GeminiSide

Socrates

4.3.09

written, GeminiSide

Tina Etheredge