As love is always there, waiting for us
Love is old, yet, love is ever new
It is as old as time, but as new as the next second
Love is giving, yet, it is always open to receive
Love is patient, yet, it blazes with an impatient passion
Love is an open hand, yet, it holds you in an unbreakable grip
I am captured by its freedom
I am in bonds to its liberty
It is not hidden, but laying in the open,
waiting to be found, waiting to be discovered
It begs to be found, yet delights in the mystery of discovery
It boldly calls out to men and women, yet creates a shyness about itself
It is in the thoughts of the mind
It is in the emotions of the heart
It is in the whimsy of the soul
And it is woven in the words of the mouth
All the words, spoken or penned, have not contained it
All the tomes of time have not described it fully
There is nothing new that can be said of love that has not been said,
Yet, it falls fresh from the lips of every lover, as if never spoken before
It is not the words, old or used,
But the freshness of the heart
That has been washed anew,
By the fire of its passion
These are not new words I say to you,
But a new depth, and a new height,
I love you, Tammy Jo
Happy Valentine’s Day
February 14, 2011
Ron Simpson, Jr.