Song of Years

Dear, 

             For the 2 years that we have been together, I think you know me well enough to be able to deduce that I can best express myself yhrough writing than is speaking. Dear, i am so thankful that I have you.

To you who made me laugh,

To you who made me cry

Thank you for all the times you were there for me

That made life easier to get by

To you my protector,

To you my sweet and thoughtful gentleman

Thank you for your patience

and for accepting me just as I am

To you my bestfriend,

To you my companion

Thank you for your strong arms

And for the shoulder I can lean on.

To you whom I love

To you whom I adore

Thank you for loving me

And for always being my Hero

Dear,

This is for you who conquered me

Who guides me through but also lets me be.

Thank you for being my comfort and my strong arms,

With you beside me, I feel no harm.

Thank you dear for being my bestfriend, my voice of reason,

For leading the way whatever the season.

Thank you for your support, for your cheer,

For your care and concern, I feel special dear.

When I can't sleep I think of you,

Holding me close the whole night thru

Oh how I love your warm protective embrace,

Strong yet soft, the stress, oh how they erase.

Your kiss is gentle, passionate, firm and sweet

You excite me dear whenever our lips meet.

I love the way you pull me close to you,

And the moments when we become one and not two.

Thank you for being my sunshine in the rain

Always making me smile even in pain.

Thank you dear for being strong,

For not letting me go, for holding on.

Thank you dear for everything you've done.

For your patience and understanding that do not wan

I feel so grateful, thank you for loving me true

With all that's in my heart, Dear, I love you.

Your Dear

composed on August 18, 2016

by: Leo Tolstoy

In the town of Vladimir lived a young merchant named Ivan Dmitrich Aksionov. He had two shops and a house of his own.

Aksionov was a handsome, fair-haired, curly-headed fellow, full of fun, and very fond of singing. When quite a young man he had been given to drink, and was riotous when he had had too much; but after he married he gave up drinking, except now and then.

One summer Aksionov was going to the Nizhny Fair, and as he bade good-bye to his family, his wife said to him, "Ivan Dmitrich, do not start to-day; I have had a bad dream about you."

Aksionov laughed, and said, "You are afraid that when I get to the fair I shall go on a spree."

His wife replied: "I do not know what I am afraid of; all I know is that I had a bad dream. I dreamt you returned from the town, and when you took off your cap I saw that your hair was quite grey."

Aksionov laughed. "That's a lucky sign," said he. "See if I don't sell out all my goods, and bring you some presents from the fair."

So he said good-bye to his family, and drove away.

When he had travelled half-way, he met a merchant whom he knew, and they put up at the same inn for the night. They had some tea together, and then went to bed in adjoining rooms.

It was not Aksionov's habit to sleep late, and, wishing to travel while it was still cool, he aroused his driver before dawn, and told him to put in the horses.

Then he made his way across to the landlord of the inn (who lived in a cottage at the back), paid his bill, and continued his journey.