A Love Story

As great as those in history - like Romeo and Juliet or Tristan and Isolde. That is what I want in my life. A story with a love as great as theirs but for a longer lifetime than what was given to these young but star-crossed hearts. A love, which enables us to walk hand in hand in a market or park when the hair on our heads is white as the snow and our walk is no longer brisk as it is now. But one thing will remain unchanged, from the moment we meet (as lovers) the look in our eyes and reflection in the other's will remain as it was from when we were young and in love for the first time. For we would have numerous loves in our life, the best of many with each other. And I will love you more than sunlight or the smell of strawberries or the taste of chocolate cake. And you will love me no less as a husband, lover, dearest, friend. And we will fight but always come back from it and cry for this love lost would mean the end. For I would not settle for anything less, not much more less at least. We will have lived our lives before each other and enjoyed them but for the most of our days we would not regret having that person to come home to. I will have such a love for all my life to come, decades upon decades, in this world and for an eternity in the next. And I admit to being mistaken when I once said that the ideal would be the one who would be able to sing to me "Save the last dance for me". For the truth is different. It will be a man about whom I can say: "I will love him alone and forever".