You once said that
"Sometimes looking at something you love
Makes a smile happen inside you".
Perhaps this is why I have been smiling inside
For over forty years.

Could I articulate the perfume of a rose,
Spell the texture of a flower's petal,
Speak the patterns of a hoar frost,
Or express a single feather of a swallow's wing,
Then could I tell you how much I love you.

...what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons

...and a possession for all eternity.
Oscar Wilde