Old aunties ...HA HA

Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poke me in the ribs and cackle, telling me, "You're
next." They stopped after I started doing the
same thing to them at funerals.

Poets love

Poets often describe love as an
emotion that we can't control, one
that overwhelms logic and
common sense. Thats what it's like
for me. I didn't plan on falling in
love with you, and I doubt that you
planned on falling in love with me.
But once we met, it was clear that
neither of us could control what
was happening to us. We fell in
love, despite our differences, and
once we did, something rare and
beautiful was created. For me love
like that has happened only once,
and thats why every minute we
spent together has been seared in
my memory. I'll never forget a
single moment of it.