Beloved

Beloved,
Can you hear me calling you?

Run away with me.

Let's find a place where we can dance in the moonlight
and drink wine until we are both silly and giggling.

Remember how you kissed me that first time?

You touched my face and said, "I'm going to kiss you."
And, my life flew into a different trajectory.

Beloved,
Can you hear me calling you?









Artwork & prose by Terry Rowe.

All work can be or is available for sale, visit www.terryrowe.photography. You can also leave me a comment if there is a particular piece of work you are interested in.

I am grateful for all of your comments and views.

Hope

I hope for a time when we can hug for minutes instead of seconds, 

and we can look into each other's eyes as long as we like.

I hope for days when we don't care about the ticking of the clock 

because we'll be hypnotized by the beating of our hearts. 

That's how we will spend our days. 

I hope for days where we will say I love you more than just thinking it 

and we will cry out our tears instead of holding them in.

I hope for days where we can wear our hearts on the outside, 

and stand in the sun as one.




Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. 

Your visit & comments are appreciated. 

You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. 
Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.