09/18/2008

The Portuguese Platter

It's blue and yellow
Orange and white
Warm and inviting
Just like tonight

Everything was familiar and calm
We had fun, didn't we?
I know I did

And now I sit here
Freshly showered
Smelling faintly of olive oil soap
And rose petal mist

My skin
Which you so often caress just for the sake of it
It radiates the warmth from within

This is me
The me that is for you
The me that strives to be better
This is the me that chooses every day to love you

Unconditionally
For better or for worse
Both now and until the end of my days

I find myself contemplating at times
Wondering who I am
And in many respects it's easy
Because I know where I come from

I know the past
I know less of the present
I know nothing of the future

But you make me want to be better
To be more even-tempered
Less selfish
And more accepting of what we are

Because as it stands I am entirely in love with you
Not a moment passes in my days when I think of you
That I am not completely happy that you're here, that you're who you are

That you're mine
That you're so easy-going
That you're life with me is understood to be a learning curve with wonderful rewards

You're here to share my journey
And I yours
And we can be explorers
Going anywhere we want

So tonight I wanted to go to Portugal
To the culture-rich, history soaked coastal shores
And you took me

It built a memory
A bridge that connects me to you
And I brought back those colors and smell
You gave me a platter

As a reminder that you love me
That you care for me
That you would do anything for me
And what's best about it is that I can touch it and remember

So as you sit on the sofa beside me
Gently dosing while listening to your music
Remember that I adore you

I love you with all m heart
I could never love another as I do you
And that's something I have, something I possess
That they do not

So there once was a Portuguese platter
It belonged to me
And it remembers this

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Dosing? Everyone knows that music sounds better with your eyes closed ¦o)

Posted by: Matt | 09/19/2008

Lovely sentiments, Sobrina. But BLECH!!!! Way too mushy.

I know, I know, it's not meant for your tio.

Posted by: autopia500 | 09/24/2008

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