October 19, 2002
"Tell me how you love her Will."
"Like a sickness and it's cured together. Yes, like rain to sun, cold to heat. If I could write the beauty of her eyes, I was born to look in them and know myself."
"And her lips?"
"Her lips the early morning rose would wither on the branch if it could feel
envy"....Shakespeare In Love.
When I heard these words, I thought of the story by Bob Perks, I Wish You Enough....
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough 'Hello's' to get you through the final 'Goodbye.'"
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition....Alexander Smith.
song playing....Shakespeare In Love Theme Song