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Fond memories of my Joyselyn’s reflection watching me. Always sweet little smile and sparkle in her eyes. Sometimes
I would turn and catch her in the act. Her smile would widen, and she would say “My Renaissance Man.” And I would
reply with “My Princess Bride”.
Oh, how we did Love! All the little things, nothing unnoticed by the heart. Sometimes she would apply lipstick just to
pass it along to me on my morning cup of coffee. All the sweetener needed to start the day new. At evening time, I
would kiss off her Chap-Stick just to get even. Never could we become even with our show of love; believe it because
we were equals, we were One. So much more the heart wanted to share. Rendered us speechless much of the time.
Why can we not recall the sound of our lover’s voice like remembered songs from long ago? All those words, little acts
of love and affection now memories slipping away.
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