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I Still Do

By Kathleen W Rodgers (10/09)
(written for my mom and dad's photo anniversary book that all the kids in the family made for them)

 

As I stand across from you and gaze into your eyes, I can no longer see the color that they are

I find myself being lured deeper within the vortex to the very core of your soul

In awe, I look around to where I have landed

Such warmth surrounds me as the vivid colors steer me towards the path that I have chosen

In the blink of an eye it dawns on me and I realize what it is that stands before me

 

These vivid colors are all the dreams that I have dreamt rolled up into one and they are being answered now by my one and only love

I look deeper now – past the dreams that I’ve had

Before me is a giant room, floating capsules everywhere

I see images of hills and valleys – always with two silhouettes that I know are you and I

 

As I dare to intrude upon such an intimate moment I notice something amiss

When the silhouettes are struggling to climb some rocky hills, the tears that slip down off

their faces form a heart-shaped pool beneath their feet

I watch – feeling like an intruder – yet I can’t tear myself away

Suddenly, the tears stop flowing as the shadows look down together and they notice

that their tears have encased them in a heart

 

Right then and there they know without a doubt that no matter what life will hand them

In the future, they can handle it because they have their love

At that moment of revelation the puddle suddenly evaporates and the air around

them is filled with many more vivid colored capsules

My mind tries to incorporate all that I have seen

 

As my mind ponders the many possibilities, it finally hits me

These capsules are our dreams that we‘ve yet to have

I see dreams off all sorts, varying in length and intensity

Yet they all share one common denominator

No longer are my dreams my own

 

The moment that I say the magic words “I DO”, these dreams are ours to share

From a distance I can hear a voice and it’s waiting for my response

I pull myself together and once again I am gazing deep into your eyes

The difference now is a blessing to me

 

I see…myself reflecting back as I proudly say “I DO”

and deep within, my heart pipes up and adds “I ALWAYS WILL”


 

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