An acquaintance walked up to me and a group of friends and handed us a book of love poems and told us to read this poem because they thought it was that good. Floored, I agreed, and upon it not having a title, and not being able to find it online, I typed it up straight from the book and counted myself infinitely lucky for acquaintances:
You and I have seen each other
at our best and our worst,
and still we remain friends.
Our love no longer depends on feelings,
but rather on a commitment of our wills
to seek only what is best for each other.
Past hurts and angry words
have not built walls between us.
Instead, they’ve become opportunities for us
to learn the meaning of forgiveness...
We’ve developed a mutual respect for each
~~~other
And a sensitivity to the needs of two
~~~fragile egos.
If ever you start to question what
~~~you mean to me,
all you need do is look into my eyes.
It’s easy to see that each day
my appreciation for you
~~~continues to grow.
Nothing
~~~and no one
~~~~~~will change my love for you.
-Susan Ellington
2/9/11
You and I have seen each other
at our best and our worst,
and still we remain friends.
Our love no longer depends on feelings,
but rather on a commitment of our wills
to seek only what is best for each other.
Past hurts and angry words
have not built walls between us.
Instead, they’ve become opportunities for us
to learn the meaning of forgiveness...
We’ve developed a mutual respect for each
~~~other
And a sensitivity to the needs of two
~~~fragile egos.
If ever you start to question what
~~~you mean to me,
all you need do is look into my eyes.
It’s easy to see that each day
my appreciation for you
~~~continues to grow.
Nothing
~~~and no one
~~~~~~will change my love for you.
-Susan Ellington
2/9/11
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