A language all our own

During our very first conversation we discovered we had many things in common, including a passion for poetry. Since then, sharing poems with one another has become a very loving way for us to express many of our deepest thoughts and feelings.  I heard poetry once described as ‘a mirror held up to truth and written down.’ If this is so, then we can find in the touching words of the great writers and poets the depth of emotion of our own true hearts.  This exchange of beautiful words between us has become a language all our own dear. I hope we will always use it to speak to one another with care and tenderness. The first poem you sent me was a wonderful gift. I share it here with you again.


The Wedding of Prince George & Princess Sabra
- D.G. Rossetti, 1857

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

-William Butler Yeats