You Breathe My Breath
When you live with someone for nearly fifty years it is as though you are one. Everything about you has been affected, adjusted and adapted as you learn to rub along.
You have, not only a shared past, but share visions for the future.
Everything we do has been refined as we learn from each other. Both of us would be the less if the other were not there.
We have someone to share stories, bounce ideas off, to lean on and gain perspective, to share wisdom and see more objectively.
Two heads are always better than one. We see things from different angles. We have different strengths, different weaknesses.
Together we are stronger, more confident and better.
You cannot reach so high when you haven’t got a steady shoulder to lean on.
I am a better person.
You Breathe My Breath
You breathe my breath.
You read my mind.
You share my dreams
And all we find.
You wonder with me
And are safe and sound.
In the flood of life
We’re on higher ground.
You’re my safety line
Whenever I fall
That voice of sense
For me to recall.
You’re my compass
And my steering wheel
My fulcrum point
That makes life real.
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
Is because of you
All I am
All I am
Opher 5.12.2015
This is so beautiful!!!
Thank you Teresa.
This is like an amazing tale of thoughts woven together !
It came into my head as I was drifting off to sleep. Normally if I don’t write them down there and then they are forgotten. But I hung on to this one and it resurfaced in the morning. Thanks JJ.
Yea u are welcome there! Its like an amazing one! So yea appreciation deserved!
Cheers JJ.
This is so sweet, Opher. You two are fortunate to have had such a deep, adventuresome life together. Nearly 50 years is a long time. History together like that is phenomenal I am so happy you have each other.
peace
Mary
Yeah we are extremely lucky. It feels like forever.
You are indeed fortunate to share such love together. Once would be just nice to have such, marriage can be such a cold place if only one really loves.
Yes I am. Relationships are hard. Liz feels neglected at the moment. She thinks I spend far too much time writing.
I can appreciate your Wife’s view, I felt neglected by my Husband for different reasons, yes relationships are hard even harder when only one of you really cares, I am sure your Wife is very proud of you.
Exacerbated is the word. I think she would feel a bit different if I was moderately successful. She thinks I’m obsessive. She has a point.
You are successful and you enjoy it. don’t give it up that would be such a waste.
I love the writing and I am obsessive.
You love writing don’t agree with last bit.
Oh I am.
I am not going to argue with you, it is in you to write.
That is true but it is usually the only thing I want to do. That is hard for people around. They think I do everything else grudgingly.
You are there, that is what matters.
Maybe.
no “maybe” .
Possibly then!
Mrs. Opher is a very lucky woman, I’m thinkin’. 🙂
Hi Cheryl – good to hear from you. As you only have one side of the story I couldn’t possibly comment.
LOL Well at least your humble about it all. 😀
I have to be.
LOL Yes, you’re a peach, Opher.
It’s only self-preservation!
Beautiful are we allowed to share it? You are my forget me not, and inner sanctuary,when I lost the plot, truly thanks from me x
Cheers Andy – share the love.
I’m always losing the plot.
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A reminiscence of tenderness
What a beautiful poem!
Thanks Pooj – I occasionally hit the spot.
You’re very welcome!