Vincent in his chamber untying the leather laces of his shirt

LOVE … because of it



Here’s the second of two Moments to debut at WFOL this week. The series – Love, Because of It – illustrates Vincent and Catherine’s more intimate time together, measured in a romantic (gauzy but not overly graphic) way, accompanied by a favored poem.   

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It Is Here

by Harold Pinter


What sound was that?

I turn away, into the shaking room.

What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?

It was the breath we took when we first met.

Listen. It is here.

Vincent snuggling close to Catherine (not quite asleep in bed), shirtless, a rose in hand.


  1. “It was the breath we took when we first met.”

    That is a perfect poem, and an amazing piece of art.

    I wonder what type of gift Catherine is going to get? hmmm… >:)

    Thank you, Carole!

  2. Great poem, great pic! Love it!


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