La Louve, I Love You!

It was Country Western yesterday, and Classical Music on Monday, the Beatles of the sixties are a distant memory. Then you talked with your velvety sweet voice. And with humourous seriousness. To me. Your arms around my neck, I could hear your heartbeat, feel your eyelashes caressing my cheek. And you said 'I love you'. And then, you said it again and again. My ears took it all in and I could tell they were happy for me. As they waited for more. So, with a hoarse voice, I told YOU. And saying the words was like creating an atmosphere of calm and freshness after a Spring rain. And it was a confession. And right then I knew that the wisdom of our hearts, which is the mother of our love, could heal the sick and move any mountain. But I cannot remember my words - only the thoughts preceding them. So I do want you to know that every fibre in me and every atom, call out in unison: No greater truth is possible than my love for you.