Perhaps Love… always love

Image with blocks spelling love stacked on each other, and shared here to also go with the post Perhaps Love.

I have written before — here and here — that Master T and I have our musical nights, where we play one song after the other. This happened from the very beginning of our relationship, and we each introduced the other to some new music. However, there are songs, such as Perhaps Love by John Denver and Placido Domingo, that were favorites of ours long before we met. Many of those songs, have become ‘our’ songs.

Sheltering home

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

They say home is where the heart is. My heart is with Master T, and my home is wherever he is. Sometimes I feel like I have lived two different lives during my lifetime — the one before Master T, and the one with him. I have found shelter from the storm with him. If I go through times of trouble, he’s always here to support and love me. When I am with him, I am at peace. Yes, the memory of love always brings me home, to is arms, where I feel safe.

Love will see you through

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

I have lost myself. Even though I couldn’t control my moments of outrage, I still remember every single time I broke down in the months after my mom passed away. I said the most ugly things about myself, and I didn’t want to be here anymore. Master T’s care, his patience guided me back every time, and reminded me of the love between us, and why I wanted to hold on. It’s only with him that I have ever opened myself up, have been vulnerable, where I have allowed love to show me more and see me through.

A way to feel

Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don’t know

Love is everything. It’s holding on. It’s letting go. I can’t imagine my life without love, and here I don’t only mean my love for Master T, and his love for me. The love I have for my kids and grandkids are very important factors in my life too. My close circle is the most important in my life: Master T, my three kids and their partners, my grandkids, and my best friend. She will always be part of this circle, because I just can’t imagine my life without her in it.

Memories of love

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it’s cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

If there is one thing that I am afraid of, it’s losing Master T. I can’t imagine my life without him. I don’t want our love to be only a memory — I want to feel it every day, want to be with him every day. We can’t choose, I know this. Life runs its course and there is little we can change about it. Were I able to change something, my mom would still have been with us.

Love can be hard — as the song says: full of conflict, full of pain. I haven’t experience hard love with Master T. We never have conflict, and the pain I went through wasn’t because of him, but because of losing another love of my life: my mom. My memories of my love for her is as alive today as they were the day she passed away. It has left a void in my life.

Love, where it can be hard, is one of the most beautiful things there is. I feel blessed that I have found true love, that he is the one that makes all my dreams come true, and make memories of love with me.

Perhaps love… is a beautiful thing.

© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay


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6 thoughts on “Perhaps Love… always love

    1. Oh that’s great too. I love our music nights. We don’t have them frequently, but when we do, they are always special 🙂

  1. Beautiful and so heartfelt Marie. I can’t imagine how hard it is to lose a loved one. Your post is a lovely tribute to your mom and Master T., thank you for sharing.

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