Love's Old Sweet Song

For the cynic, love is but a mythtake (pardon the pun).

The attraction of genders does not die just because copulation is no longer part of a relationship.

An hour or two of companionship over a glass or two of a good red at sun-down is a reward in and of itself.

The words: "I love you", exchanged between the ancient folk thus engaged, are an icing on the cake.

The feeling that generates that expression is not completely depicted in the word; some feelings go beyond mere words.

A groove has been worn in our beings in which we both fit together sweetly in an emotional sense.

We smile at the infirmity of the other and the loss of all those things that seemed of great import in our youth. We look forward with mutual expectation to that setting of the sun, when we put all else aside and turn to each other in a sacred moment.

Let no man put this asunder.

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