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The Honeymoon Phase-A Poem

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This is a poem I wrote for my husband our second Christmas together. I wasn’t working so funds were low. I put it in a cheap silver frame and a gave it to him as a gift with a handmade card. He loved it. I think more because it was from the heart than anything else. We were married only 9 months so everything was still new and sparkly 🙂 Ahh newlyweds…..

I love you Ti amo 我愛你 Ik houd van u Je t’aime Ich liebe Dich

                      From utter elation to days of deep sorrow

I know that you’ll be there

For you are my heart, my life, my joy, my love

You are the renewed hope in my long lost prayer

Nothing’s as beautiful as the love in your eyes

When you are holding me

Your devotion is saving me from myself

You’re the warmth of the sun in my arctic sea

There is no darker moment than one without you

You’re my sense of wonder

You’re the light I follow to passion and bliss

You’re the soothing rain to my enraged thunder

You’re the greatest adventure I’ll ever know

Heaven’s grace bestowed on me

You have filled my life with color, song and charm

As my heart’s love is a lock, you are the key

                                                                       Σας αγαπώ  私は愛するEu te amo  나는 너를 사랑한다 Я люблю вас

Above and below the poem is written “I love you” in various languages. This is the only poem I’ve ever written and, to me, it sounds a little immature but hey, it’s mine. My husband really appreciated it and now it sits on his nightstand. Love you Bib

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About eid2323

I've got a lot to say. I guess that's why most people start a blog, right? They've got thoughts, ideas, gripes, whatever, that they feel they must share with the world. Kind of egotistical, no? I mean, who's really going to read this? Am I so interesting that I can hold your attention over the rest of the world wide web? Strange to think that it could be possible. If you've read this far, you should know a little 'about me' as this portion is titled. Ok so, I live in Central Italy with my husband and daughter. He's an Italian citizen, I'm an American citizen which makes our baby...doomed, as well has a dual citizen. The cultures do more than clash. They kick, bite, and beat the crap out of eachother. You have to have a very worldly outlook to marry someone from another country. People around the world are raised very differently from one another. What's perfectly normal in one area of the world is cause for major concern in another. I stand in front of the fan to cool off when it's August and the heat is insane and the humidity keeps you sticky 24 hours a day. My husband is convinced I've some sort of superhuman powers to not have caught some serious illness by doing this. Sound senseless, it is. Italians are full of ridiculous beliefs that hold no ground outside the land of make-believe and nut-cases. But who am I to tell anyone that the sayings of their great-great-great Aunt Maria are bullshit? So I just listen and nod. Well that brings you a bit up to speed on my current situation, yeah? Ok so, read me blog now kiddies. Toodaloo!

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