Green Green Grass of Home

i switched to romance novels after reading the mad thrilling psychopathic series, all from the same author. patterson is great!

just finished one - Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas, and im fully convinced that he can be romantic at times too.

this is a poem from Matt to Suzanne:

Dear Suzanne,

You are the explosion of carnations in a dark room.
Or the unexpected scent of pine from Maine.

You are the full moon that gives midnight its meaning.
And the explanation of water for all living things.

You are a compass,
a sapphire,
a bookmark.
A rare coin,
a smooth stone,
a blue marble.

You are an old lore,
a small shell,
a saved silver dollar.
You are a fine quartz,
a feathered quill
and a fob from a favourite watch.

You are a valentine, tattered and loved and reread a hundred times.
You are a medal found in a drawer of a once sung hero.
You are honey and cinnamon
and West Indies spices,
lost from the boat that was once Marco Polo's.

You are a pressed rose,
a pearl ring
and a red perfume bottle found near the Nile.

You are an old soul from an ancient place,
a thousand years, and centuries and millenniums ago.
And you travelled all this way
just so i could love you.
I do.

Matt

isnt it touching? and they hae a phrase they kept mentioning throughout the whole book - Isnt it lucky?

yes. it's lucky to have met you. it's lucky to be alive today. it's lucky to be breathing and to be able to hold you in my arms. it's lucky to love and be loved. it's lucky to be me. it's lucky to have you. isnt it just so lucky?

It's lucky we found us.

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