Dear Sweetheart Poem by Victoria Ritchie

Dear Sweetheart,
Before I had the opportunity of meeting you I always thought that love was a wishfull desire that would fill the empty space in my bed or the lonely chair at the dinner table, hoping that love would give me ever lasting laughter and happiness. Obviously I had never experienced true love.

When you finally approached me I was afraid, afraid of what I was about to face. I thought as though you were intruding into my life yet I did not stop you. I let you keep coming in until finally you were here to stay.

For many years now I've kept to my side your love. And as I look back love was not what I imagined it to be.

I thought it would be all laughter and no tears, all joy and no pain, all prosperity and no charity yet there were more tears than laughter, more pain than joy and more charity than prosperity. And if someone were to come up to me and ask me what love is I would not tell him what he wants to hear however I would tell him this:

When you see an animal astray, give him a home
When you see a tear run down someones cheek, find them a rainbow
When you see a plant thirsting, give it some water
and when you want to give someone a gift, give them your time

Because love is not the joy nor the laughter nor the prosperity. These are just a few of the nice rewards. Love is more like the pain and the sweat, the tears and the sacrifices and all the hard work that we've put into this together which makes this worth far more than the finest jewels on earth. Because we've survived, we've succeeded and we've created the perfect love bond.