One Summer Night

One Summer Night prose poem

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Can you believe it my dear?
The passage of time is enough to draw tears. This June, we will have been married 44 years.

Do you remember when and where we were
when I proposed to you one summer night?
I do, and never will forget it.

It was on that embarrassing night in Chicago when I kissed your neck,
and tasted the bitterness of your perfume.

Yes, it was bitter; but your spirit and personality were sweeter than honey.
You are still sweet; and I hope that I never cause you any taste of bitter.

I know there are times that I get busy, become engaged with something, and take you for granted.
For such times, I am truly sorry.

But do not worry my beloved, not even for a moment.
It’s because I know what I have, and will always love you.
Happy Valentine my dear

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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