Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Touch of Romance


Emily Bronte once said:

"Whatever our soul are made of, his and mine are the same."


           I've often wondered how that intangible sense of true love and devotion makes the leap from celluloid to reality. I know it happens. I've been around couples who have been married for decades and still glow when they sit side by side, hands lovingly intertwined.
     

          Based on my previous experience being involved in a broken relationship, I also know that the course of true love never runs smooth. In fact, the terms 'Rocky Road' might be the better title for the majority of marriages I knew.

         But, last week while I am volunteering at the old folks home, a 70 years old woman told me a little secret. A tale of love that brought tears to my eyes and I must admit, a little envy to my heart.

         Her story wasn't about the latest piece of jewelry that her husband gave her, or the flowers that he sent. For the woman's husband passed away two years ago, just short of their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

         So now at the age of seventy, she is alone. But, thanks to her loving spouse, not always lonely.

         For tucked away in drawers and cabinets throughout my friend's home are love notes scripted by her husband. Terms of endearments that he planted as romantic surprises for her during the course of their marriage.

           Over the years, she saved his sweet inscriptions, often leaving them in their original hiding places. His loving sentiments tenderly playing anew with each re-discovery.

          Now that he is gone, her life is a daily challenge of loving memories and sad yearning for this romantic man with whom she shared almost a half a century of life.

        But in her indomitable way, she is continuing on with determination and enthusiasm. She is healthy and strong and lives each day with an interest in the world around her. 


        She is surrounded by family and friends who support her and a community where she is acknowledged and respected. But most of all, she continues on with the inner knowledge that she is loved. Truly and totally.

        And any time she thinks otherwise, all she has to do is open a kitchen drawer or look in her bedroom nightstand for a little reminder.

        But somehow I think she knows, even before she opens that drawer. And that is what I called a groovy kind of love, the love that I hope will light up my life one day.









P/S

To you whom I haven't met yet, I believe that when you realize you want to spent the rest of your life with somebody, you gonna wish that your life going to start as soon as possible.

It is amazing when one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. But no matter how we going to do it one day, I hope we make love with our hearts. 

And that is the love that I hope I can found in you one day because love doesn't have any proper answer for it was not a question after.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps one day, a groovy kind of love will bring us together in a beautiful way.


In a silver chain,
Of evening rain,
Unraveled from the tumbling main,
And looking for you in love train, 
So many times I promise that I will love you over and over again,
One day. 




For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.  

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