To mark 40 wonderful years with Tiger, I thought that I would post a few poems that have meaning to us.
Love you Tiger.....still after all these years.......
My Love For YouSuch innocent love so young so new,
Tender and gentle while I was with you
We grew and love deepened with each passing year,
Holding me close, pulling me near.
Now as our lives are slower and gray,
I love you the same, that old tender way.
The following poem is so true, and I am lucky enough to never have lost my first love.
First LoveThe sweetness of first love will always be on your lips.
Even as the days pass and his form becomes a shadow, the taste will remain.
Never will it be so sweet.
Others will brush your life and some will brighten your days but in your heart one remains,
never to be replaced.
A young Italian boy singing in the streets of Dublin.
The sidewalks of Dublin are full of wonderful, interesting people. Musicans, young girls on a shopping trip, flower ladies and the locals gathered around the statue of James Joyce.
