Every dream I’ve dreamed
Was because of you
Every wish I’ve wished
You have made come
true
You read me like a
book
And you are written on
every page
Everything I've longed
for
Is rolled up in one
package
You came to me like a
gift
Delivered out of the blue
And the greatest gift of all
Is being loved by you
How do I love thee?
Was Ms Browning’s question
Let me count the ways.
Was her suggestion
But how to begin
That list of criteria
Or to select one
phrase
To serve as a Panacea
Her answer was
perfection
The perfection such as
I desire
I love you as deep and
wide
And as high as my soul
can aspire
Do not grieve for me
Do not mourn my
passing
Remember me with a
smile
Don’t think of me as
gone
Remember what we had
Think of our life like
a favourite book
Do not close it and
put it on the shelf
Never to be read again
Just because you hate
the ending
Start to write the
next chapter
Enjoy it like all the
others
And don’t be sad
I will be there with
you always
I will be there when
the wild flowers
Dance in the spring
meadow
When the summer breeze
moves through
A field of ripening
wheat
When the morning mist
of autumn
Softens the landscape
And when the winter
sun
Sparkles and glints on
the snow
And I will be by your
side
Through your loneliest
hours
I will be there in the
dawn
Rising with the sun
You will see me again
When the sun sets at
the days end
And in the twilight
hours
I will be that gentle
breeze
That caress’s your
cheek
On a warm summer
evening
And I will be that
tingle on your skin
As you lie in the
quiet hours
I will be there when
you retrace our steps
And when you stand on
the lake shore
My reflection will not
be on the water
By I am still with you
When you walk in the
autumn
Through the golden
carpet
I will be in the
dancing leaves
And when the snow lays
Though I will leave no
foot prints
I am there for these
moments that were ours
I will be there in the
quietness of winter
Among the falling
snowflakes
I will be in the dew
drops
On the grassy meadow
I will be there in the
warm sunlight
Of a summer’s day
I will be with you
when the storm
Quickens your
heartbeat
And you will feel me
on your skin
And in the April
showers
A few weeks ahead of
the big day Holly and Steve were in the apartment eating breakfast and going
through the mail.
“I’m a bit worried
Steve” she said
“What about?” he asked
“The wedding” she
replied
“Why? Have we
forgotten something?” Steve said
“No everything’s
arranged, everything’s booked” Holly confirmed “Apart from my parents”
“So, what’s the
matter?” Steve asked puzzled
“The cost” she said “it’s
twice as much as we budgeted for”
“That’s because we
budgeted next to nothing” he corrected her
“I’m still worried”
she said stubbornly
“Well maybe this will
set your mind at rest” Steve said and handed her a solicitor’s letter.
It was from Uncle
Phil’s solicitor detailing a bequest and a cheque for the stated amount.
“That should cover it”
Steve said and stood up, he walked around the table and kissed the top of her
head
“Now you can get back
to worrying about whether I’m going to turn up or not” He said and left the
room whistling
“What do you mean?”
Holly said rushing after him “Why wouldn’t you turn up?”
The week of the
wedding was a little tense as Holly still hadn’t heard from her hippie parents.
She had left messages
at their various stopping off points and with friends she knew they were regularly
in touch with but had heard nothing back.
Also, during that week
were the Hen night and Stag do, though neither of them were reckless
exhibitionists so strippers and silly stunts were never on the cards.
On Wednesday night the
boys when out for a meal and a few drinks while the girls held the fort and the
following night they swapped.
On Friday night Steve
took Holly out for a romantic dinner and after delivering her home he went
across the road to the Abbeyvale Court Hotel for the night.
Saturday arrived and
Holly got ready at the pub, while Steve dressed at the Hotel, which would serve
as his abode for his last night as a single man and his first as a married one,
albeit in a different room for the nuptials.
The morning was very
relaxed, he took a leisurely bath and performed his ablutions but by lunch time
when Steph arrived with his suit and shoes etc. the nerves had set in and the
joke he made to Holly about not turning up was suddenly ringing hollow, what if
she didn’t turn up?
Holly despite having
been a wreck all week was calmness personified, and she had resolved to enjoy
and savour every moment of their special day.
It was everyone else
who were all at sixes and sevens, but she managed to impress her calmness on
everyone around her and they got through the morning unscathed.
Steve was sat at the
front of the church with Stephanos and his stomach was doing somersaults.
“Have you got the
ring?” he said
“Yes” Stephonos said “but
if you ask me again, I’m going to throw it out of the window”
“Sorry” he said “Nerves”
When they had arrived,
the Reverend Marshall had said
“Just sit down and
relax, when its time I will walk past and touch your shoulder and that’s your
cue. Ok?”
Steve just nodded
After about five
minutes he heard the Vicars footsteps and then felt his hand on his shoulder
which was his cue to get to his feet
“It’s alright I’m only
kidding” the Vicar said “she’s not here yet”
Steve could have
killed him at the time, but it actually stopped his stomach it its tracks.
The Vicar was on the
dais when he caught Steve’s eye and nodded and the bridal march began, so Steve
and Steph got to their feet.
“This is it man” Steph
said “now where’s that ring”
Steve just gave him a
sideways glance.
He could hear Holly
processing up the aisle and he was desperate to turn around and look at her,
but he daren’t, he thought his legs would give way under him if he saw her, but
then he could see her in his peripheral vision, a splash of white.
Steve stepped to his
left to join her and took a deep breath before he turned to look at her, and
there she was standing before him, a vision of loveliness, in a dress of
antique white silk.
“You look beautiful”
he whispered, and Holly smiled and giggled.
However, as they faced
each other there was a crash at the back of the church and without taking their
eyes off each other they said in unison
“The hippies”
And then after a
second or two they both turned to look at a middle aged couple at the back of
the church, Steve had no idea who they were but when Holly squeezed his hand he
knew it was her parents.
On Sunday morning Mr
and Mrs Berry left for their honeymoon in the New Forest, not however bound for
a B&B as originally planned, but courtesy of Uncle Phil’s bequest, to a
Country House Hotel and when they returned a week later they brought with them
a new chef.
On that beautiful day in June
When they played that
familiar tune
My heart was filled
with happiness
Then I saw you in the
big white dress
I stole a sideways
glance at you
And found you looking
at me too
It was quite goofy we
smiled so much
I took your hand and
felt your tender touch
Proudly we stood
together side by side
As before God the knot
was tied
My heart filled again
with happiness
As I wed the girl in
the big white dress
If pride is a sin then
I’ve sinned too much
I’ve felt it when I’ve
felt your loving touch
I’ve felt it at our
happiest and our saddest
And when I saw you in
a maternity dress
Oh how I remember that
day in June
When they played that
familiar tune
And my heart was
filled with happiness
When I saw you in the
big white dress
And now as I look back
across the years
To the times of
laughter and of tears
I’ve never said “I
love you” and not felt proud
My dearest one beneath
the big white shroud
Since that first day long ago
When first I saw my
angel
We have laboured hard
at love
And we have both built
well
We have forged this
love
Which we will forever
know
It will never melt
away
Like the thawing of
the snow
But how is it
measured?
How do we quantify?
We feel it and that is proof enough
The love shared by you and I
You must know I love you
I hope I show you that I do
For the sweetest moments in my life
Are the ones I spend with you
You are my first
thought
When I awake to the
new day
And the last thing on
my mind
At night when I drift
away
I wish I could tell
you
Of the love that’s in
my heart
I want you to feel the
depth of love
I’ve felt for you from
the start
I would use sweet
phrases
And sugary words of
love
The sweetest ever known
Speaking of columbine
and dove
No the words that I must choose
Are the simplest that I can use
What I'm feeling deep
inside
Is the deepest love
for you
