Another Sonnet

While slowly rambling through a dusty field,
I stopped midway to wipe my sweaty head.
My sandal struck a secret partly sealed
beneath the sun-baked ground no soul had tread.

What is this buried object here amid
the rocks no one would seek? By digging here
with dirty hands a treasure I unhid.
Alone, I hid again while coast was clear.

As joyful heart beats strong within my chest,
my current task I joyfully postpone
on finding such a treasure clearly blest,
I go and sell off everything I own.

What ever could give joy midst such great cost?
Now, I by treasure found am no more lost.

Feel free to let me know what you think!

Sweeter With Time

I once heard (probably from a country song) that love is like a fine wine; it just gets sweeter with time. That has definitely been my experience. I can honestly say that when I got married I had no idea what true love is. I thought that the warm fuzzy feeling and giddiness I felt around my high school sweetheart was love. Although I don’t have a complete understanding as to the depth of love, after 11 years of marriage (to that same high school sweetheart) I have learned that love is more intimate and satisfying than I ever could have dreamed. There is a surety and security in love that is worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox.