Cullen's Thoughts; To Love

This page is dedicated to my Wife and the feelings we've shared for over 41 years.

I wrote the following piece right after I met my wife on a blind date. I told her that we had been together before somewhere in time and still had some unfinished business together. That was in June, we went to my home to visit my folks in July, and went back in August and got married, 41 years ago. Our love grows stronger and deeper each day.

To Love

To love..., to be loved..., to hold another close, and feel the warmth of her breath and body flow swiftly through the very core of one's body, soul, spirit.
To smell the fresh, sweet fragrance of her hair, silken and shiny.
Her skin, soft and smooth, warm and cool.
Quiet murmurings, not quite words, but full of meaning.
To touch the beloved's moist lips and upon an instant, the realization that here is love, companionship, security, all...;
everything, longed for by lovers.
One should love..., must love, and be loved, wisely,
sometimes not wisely, but at least loved.
Cared for throughout eternity, or even if only for a few fleeting fearful moments.The searing pains of heart and mind, wanting to cry out in agony.
The woman... sobbing, sniffling.
The man... silent, inward sobbing - no sound.
Then overwhelming joy - appearance, vision -
An old love, a new love,... a lover.
The searching eyes begging for assurance.
The touch of quivering lips,
The moment of indecision,
then the realization that here is love, companionship, security, all...,
Everything longed for by lovers.

And her name is Mary.

Cullen Newman ��1958

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