Writing Prompt: Getting there first

My friend Andrew’s Birthday is Tuesday and he is, in a word, amazing. I don’t know how many of our mutual friends and colleagues know this, but he designed a tracking and analytics system in his early 20’s, is MD of a successful company, and is a gifted musician. In the interest of keeping him from killing me, I won’t reveal his age. That is also in aid of making sure he never reveals mine. 😉

In addition to his accomplishments, he is a generous, kind and loyal friend. He can keep secrets, passes no judgements and even when he’s so tired he looks like he’s going to take a nose-dive into his coffee, I’ve never seem him take it out on anyone. That, my friends, is what we call character.

So, why am I rabbiting on about him, well, it’s his birthday and an ideal excuse to tell people what a great person is hovering around and how lucky we are that he’s spent another year among us. So, if you read this mate, Happy Birthday. I just wanted to get to say it first.

So, if there’s someone who’s praises you want to sing, strike a note and serenade as your heart dictates.

Writing Prompt: Getting there first…

I found this and wanted to share…

Sonnet 17

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda

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