Before I reach
That lonely place,
Let me reside
While I’m alive,
Close by her side
In that embrace
Of each day’s best,
Which lets me hear
That joyous fest
Of her voice near,
Alluding to be clear
Love will survive,
Until I am no longer!
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
Beautiful. And how fortunate we have this in our lives. As we age, this loving relationship is the best. Happy day to you and your sweetheart. (and fur babies)
Thank you my friend, and yes our good fortune does smooth out the rough edges of time’s toll. I suppose one could say it keeps us in a frame of mind to do enough of the right things, that staves off for a bit the eventual.
Jean-Jacques
When I read your words, I thought of George Eliot’s thought on enduring love.
“What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?” George Eliot, Adam Bede
Your words “Love will survive, until I am no longer” is a strong reminder to cherish the moments of togetherness. There is an ending…
Thank you Rebecca… Yes there is indeed an ending, and when years start to feel like months, and days like a minute and a half, one soon finds the need and want to remember and remind what is real and true, and most important in life. Ever more so as it excellerates ever faster, ever shortening those minutes and a half.
How wonderful that you should find my humble words should bring George Eliot as well as his Adam Bede novel to mind. Thank you again, my friend. Jean-Jacques
And thank you for being a light in dark places!!!