I was in San Diego last weekend to visit my old boyfriend, The Hessian.
Once home, I realized that The Hessian and I are two people standing on a small bit of sand in the middle of a wide, rushing river. On our little island, our love and regard for one another has remained unchanged as time flows past us.
Years ago, I recited Robert Burns' poem to The Hessian while we sat on my deck one night:
"... and I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gone dry.
"Till all the seas gone dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
And the sands of life shall run.
"And fare thee well, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile."