Sunday, February 04, 2007

First Love


I see your face
Which way I look
I see your smile
In pages of a book

I feel your arms
So warm around me
I feel your kiss
So very tenderly

I hear your voice
In the whisper of the wind
I hear your laugh
Warm like a good old friend

I dream of you
Each night I go to bed
I dream of the day
When you and I will wed

And if this cannot prove
How much you mean to me
What else will do?
But I love you.

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Love and A Funeral

At the funeral of my dentist (who took good care of my teeth from childhood to my teens and never charged me a centavo), I was struck by this reading during the memorial mass:

Love is patient; love is kind.
It is not envious nor boastful
nor arrogant nor rude.
It does not insist on its own way:
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things
Love never fails....
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.


In life as in death, love remains in the hearts of the living and sends the dead happily on his/her way to the next life.