Words Of Love So Soft And Tender

Our local paper has been soliciting love messages for Valentine’s Day, and today they printed them for all the world to see.  Here’s a sweet sample, along with some Valentine sights from around town.  There’s not a lot of hoopla here, just enough.

Nathalie: I was born in winter, you in mid-summer.  We met in the autumn, and ever since it’s been spring. 

Raymond: If each fruit is a flower that’s made love, then my Sylvie is the fruit of a love in full flower.

Juliette: For six years our great secret has made my life new.  Our meetings have the heat of pepper and the sweetness of honey.

Alain: I was only a wild garden until you adopted me.  You came in to my life and tamed me.

Jean: To continue to feel a tsunami of of passion for you, to have my heart beating wildly, my feelings as bright as ever…this is normal after more than fifty years together.

Gerard: I never forget Saint Valentin, nor his day.  However, I have forgotten his age.

Jeanne: Flowers aren’t your thing, any more than presents are.  You’re a cold fifty-something who’s proud to be that way, convinced that I love you anyway.  And you’re right, I love you to death.  Don’t change anything.

Abra: Light and dark, rain and shine, français et anglais, please always be mine.

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