Thursday, February 14, 2008


Love, originally uploaded by John the Monkey.

To whom I owe the leaping delight
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
the breathing in unison.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech,
And babble the same speech without need of meaning...

No peevish winter wind shall chill
No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this dedication is for others to read:
These are private words addressed to you in public.

T.S. Eliot, "A Dedication to my Wife".

It seems that I use other people's words to say what I feel quite a lot, (the flickr post attached to the image above being an exception, from a rather dark time for us) and as I recall I wrote these words by T.S Eliot in one of the first Valentine's cards I sent my wife. I love her even more now than I did then.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

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