for Cecily, on our 15th Anniversary.
I’ll name a constellation for you
and put my love in it.
Among the stars it will not sour like milk.
I’ll name a river for you
and put my love in it.
Among the currents it will not harden like bread.
I’ll name a fire for you
and put my love in it.
Among the embers it will not chill like the dead.
I’ll name a mountain for you
and climb to the summit.
There I will light a fire between the river and stars.
Beautiful, sweetie. I love you.
Posted by: Cecily | October 19, 2011 at 10:57 AM
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Posted by: nycphoenix | October 19, 2011 at 11:00 AM
Sniff, sniff! Beautiful!
Posted by: Julia Roberts | October 19, 2011 at 11:00 AM
This is so beautiful.
And it was nice to meet you last night, Charlie. I was the one on your right.
Posted by: Lauren | October 19, 2011 at 04:10 PM
Nice to meet ya as well, Lauren.
Posted by: Charlie | October 19, 2011 at 04:48 PM
You are the only one I know who can turn sour milk, stale bread and cold death into a love poem. But, it appears to have worked.
Posted by: Andrew | October 21, 2011 at 04:52 PM