The word love...is only a portion of how I feel for you, a very small fragment...the only part that I can let you know how I feel for you in words..everything else is so much more...I have too much feeling for you to express using words alone....
[c]

You're my heaven, my god, and my life...you are the very essence of me, you are what I enjoy and value in life the most, you are my love...and I will always love...you....

2007 [copyright] cody cunningham

I wish time could be pause...holding those little moments in time when we realize love is everything....

[c] cody cunningham 2007

Part. 4

Over the tree-tops I float thee a song...
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O death.

- William Whitman (1819-1892), 'Ode to Death'

Part. 3

...Praise! Praise! Praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death...

-William Whitman (1819 - 1892), 'Ode to Death'

Part. 2

Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all,
I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly...

- Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), 'Ode to Death'

Part. 1

Come, lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate death.

-William Whitman (1819 - 1892), 'Ode to Death