Vincent and Catherine Topsy-Turvey Doll
Doll measures about 6 inches/15 cm, end to end
The beguiling sound of music,
Drifting down from far above,
Underscoring the softness of her touch.
She lies against you, her cheek pressed close,
Listening to your heart,
As you feel hers, beating with love.
You grasp the profoundness of being alive,
Sensing her lips so close to yours, and yet…
Knowing, in your deepest being,
That she belongs elsewhere,
To a world far apart from your own.
She’s an angel leant briefly to you,
For a Valentine’s moment out of time.
She must return Above
To walk where you cannot follow,
She will always stand alone, in the light…
Orange They Fine
When you have a lot of oranges you make .... orange juice. William had done that, but was now faced with a lot of orange peel.
One didn't just throw things out in the tunnel community. There must be something he could do with them.
He rummaged among his recipes and found one that used lemons. Lemons never lasted long; a lot of people liked slices in their tea. And this once could be easily converted to oranges.
Hours later, he looked at the fine array of fragrant cupcakes. Just in time for a Valentine's Day surprise. He smiled happily.
With a smile and a glance,
A snatched kiss and a touch,
I claim you.
As surely as the sun claims the day
And the moon the following night
I claim thee as mine,
For now and always.
You are mine,
My sweet Valentine,
The end of my aloneness.
As surely as you hold fast to the rose I gave you tonight,
I hold true to you.
Feel my beating heart,
Understand my pain.
Without you there truly is nothing,
No more would I wish to exist in a world
Smile and sweet kiss…
Dance With Me
Catherine raised one hand, asking for silence. “Vincent. Listen…” She leaned against her balcony wall, looking down.
Vincent joined her, looking onto a balcony two floors below. A song was playing, the tune a slow-time waltz.
“Elvis Costello, I think.” Catherine nodded. “The song is called “She.”
“She may be the song that summer sings…” Vincent whispered the lyrics he heard playing.
He turned to Catherine, drawing her into his embrace. “Dance with me...”
“I thought you would never ask.” Catherine sighed happily.
As they turned slowly across the tiles, Vincent whispered, “For where she goes I've got to be…”
Catherine handed Vincent a little velvet bag on Valentine's Day.
He carefully emptied it onto his large palm.
“I saw it in a little shop,” she explained. “And when I found out what it meant, I had to buy it for you.”
“A white heart symbolizes purity, honesty, generosity,” Vincent remarked.
“It's also the international symbol for nurses – which we have both been to each other,” Catherine whispered. “The rose symbolizes our love. I thought you could wear it on your cloak.”
“Perrhaps closer to my heart,” he whispered back, attaching it to his vest.
Something glinted from the sandy floor near the culvert entry. Vincent picked it up and happily took it back to his chamber. A solution!
He handed Catherine a tiny silk bag on Valentine's Day. She smiled at the little gold locket inside, but noted it was empty. She looked at Vincent, a question in her eyes.
“I didn't want to presume,” he confessed.
“There's only one thing I want inside this,” she whispered.
He gave her three strands of his hair, which she carefully double-braided and placed inside.
Catherine kissed the closed locket and then her favourite man.
Are So Beautiful
John Denver, Placido Domingo
You Have My Heart
Reflections and Reprise
Memory Lane is Bittersweet
I See You
Clock of Roses
A Valentine for Vincent
The Valentine Gift
A Dreamer's Creed
How Do I Love Thee?
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