Slow Burn .

Slow hands slow walks slow smiles and slow considered words spoken with thoughtfulness. How slow time works. How you see everything it's not just a flash in the pan. How you can see the stars hung as a serenade of heaven's backdrop to be a supporting act to a chorus of stars and the black hole of mediocrity just the same and take it not being swept away to much by either. How you don't get too carried away in your own dreams and all your sacrifices and not face the reality of a world which is made of more than you and I want . It’s you and I a two who learns the formula of one plus one breaching the divide. Love will one day be old and shuffle in bones that ache but what a journey it wasn't a hundred metres sprint but a marathon of days and lots of mistakes and learning and forgetting and forgiving.

To be together from the first kiss to slippers and hot chocolate at bedtime and did you remember to take your medicine . How to remain the best of friends but still feel the spark takes a commitment and respect. Love has slowly woven the new with four children later to being old and grey and patient. How time makes you compromise and being slow to react to anger which never progressed to resentment. How love falls to one gear in slow feet, but the steps fall with a synchronicity of being in step with each other’s thoughts feelings a slow choreographed dance of give and take and a mutual understanding. Love is a slow burn it's simmering on the stove at the same degree celsius despite the differences in temperament. Its a recipe of slow ever lasting ingredients of love honed over time with a spoonful of the amber sweetness of honey when required.