When you find the perfect poem at 7am, you just have to share it. I look at my life, and believe I have done what I could in the best way I knew how. We were not perfect, but I damn well tried and so did he. We will continue to do what we can in our lives, but have sadly agreed it will no longer be in a life together.
Perfection in love is not possible, but in a poem it sometimes is.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON