Sometimes you come across a little ditty that changes poetry forever for you.... This was one of them. Thank you to P.M. for introducing it to me.
Leigh Hunt was inspired to write this in 1838 during an apparent flu-epidemic where he recovered and was greeted by a "Jenny" with a kiss.
Maybe love is survival.
I claim to not be a romantic however I have been writing and ready poetry since I was 5 so maybe I should stop living in romantic denial.... :) See poem below.
My last wedding shoot in San Diego. The beautiful Muirragui family who are expecting their first darling baby girl "Topaz" in a week or so.