Discovery

Given the weekend that's in it, as they might say where I hail from, this poem from some time ago might be appropriate.

As I mentioned, I've always been worried that it's really to the rhythm of "The Night Before Christmas."

Discovery

It seemed like a time when endings were reached

When tears were shed, when defenses were breached

And bottles of bubbly were scattered about

And bodies and voices were joined in a shout

Of love and affection and joyful surrender

To feelings now passionate, now caring, now tender.

No more games were played, no more secrets hid

While both lay exposed to say what was said.

To discover the gods thought this all a game

And that which they felt could have only one name

But they had believed for some time it absurd

That any to them should apply such a word

But there could be no doubt, to those below nor above

This passion, this longing, it was Love, it was Love.

Discovery

There are some who think themselves immune to love and it may take a parting to discover exactly how wrong they are. It can be unexpected and the subject of much laughter, and some tears. This piece hails from a long time ago, yet remains true.

Discovery

It seemed like a time when endings were reached

When tears were shed, when defenses were breached

And bottles of bubbly were scattered about

And bodies and voices were joined in a shout

Of love and affection and joyful surrender

To feelings now passionate, now caring, now tender.

No more games were played, no more secrets hid

While both lay exposed to say what was said.

To discover the gods thought this all a game

And that which they felt could have only one name

But they had believed for some time it absurd

That any to them should apply such a word

But there could be no doubt, to those below nor above

This passion, this longing, it was Love, it was Love.