The lighthouse is actually a much further away, but you can see it on the horizon from the pier that I walk up to…a really nifty sight at night or in the early morning, especially during a dark, thick rain…it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it lit up, maybe two or three years… I’m about due to visit it in the dark again sometime…Sometimes I think about taking my sweetheart there, and comparing it to the one closer to where she lives.
I’d recite a sonnet to her… (Pardon me for clipping Billy Shakespeare’s 41st)
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away and me most wretched make.
All, because I do love her so. A walk along the beach with her, holding hands, watching the sunrise. She’s in my heart and with me wherever I decide to wander…thoughts of her heart beating next to mine, as well as inside it, her lips pressing against my own, our souls together, happy, and joined as one.