He wanted to know her.
She wanted to know him.
So young in the learning, so much simple and honest to be given.
A lifetime of masks and pretense
dropped to the floor,
as her little black dress,
slipped through his shaking hands.
There are reasons for the reflection years of 40/50.
It’s the truth telling that sets the mind free.
And then each sees what was always before him,
the irrational realm of living to explore.
Another lifetime is revealed.
So aware of the past mistakes;
so exquisite the arrival of her acceptance,
And both wrapped in the arms of tender reflection and forgiveness.
Happy Valentines day, dear thinking ones. Celebrate her all year long.