Talking about something is how we got together; it’s no mystery, it’s what we love to do.
The best moments are the ones where we lose ourselves to the time, to the ebb and flow of the words, to the ideas, to the passion
When we share our hopes, our dreams, our wants, our desires
When we explore our past, our future, our today, our tomorrow
With a coffee or a drink, with a smile or a tear
With our Family ’round the table, with a little Lion in our arms
In our chairs aside the fireplace, in our oasis of floral splendour
In a car along the highway, in a plane across the ocean
On a walk among the trees, on a stroll through the streets
On the dock watching the sunset, on the porch watching it rise
On the dance floor swaying to our favourite song.
Let’s spin around the room and hold our bodies close
Let’s sing along to the tune and whisper our inner thoughts
Let’s rear our heads back and laugh out loud
Let’s stare into each other’s eyes and enjoy a kiss
Let’s give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Forty-three years is something to talk about
Talk about love.
Happy Anniversary Olga.
Love always,
