Who can tell me the color of love?Who can paint me its portrait?Who will teach me how it bends and curves?When it breaks, who will help me mend it?Who will share the quotidian as well as the struggle and recovery?And when we are weak and our love needs revival who will remember its ancestry?
For me, it is Matthew. He has painted me a portrait of love in a rich burgundy that flourishes all over the canvas in elegant scripts. He is my buddy, my baby, and the other half of my brain. I love him very much!
happy anniversary, baby!