Love without End

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing

- John Keats

Gaye's last letter to me has such profound meaning

to me these days

"I love you

without reservation

without conditions

without holding back

without beginning and

without end.

You are me heart!

Love Gaye

May, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day Baby

It is a love without end.