As We Grow Old

As We Grow Old

A Poem by Barbara Borel

My soul is afire with your eyes of gold. I feel your arms around me as we grow old.

As long as you want me you shall never be alone. I promise it is real what I have shown.

Just be my hero and make me your bride. With flowers and candles on a horse-drawn carriage ride.

Then as time steals our lives away, I would had known our love was real every day

© 2017 Barbara Borel


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I really like this one Barb. really romantic. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Lovely sentiments about age and love, very well expressed. If only all relationships were like this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Thank you. I like to think i write romantic words but yes. It would be rare to find love like this
I loved this one Barbara it is wonderful. I can't say anything else i just love it. It's beautiful. Worth sharing :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

144 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 2, 2017
Last Updated on January 2, 2017

Author

Barbara Borel
Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA



About
Born and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..

Writing
Let me Let me

A Poem by Barbara Borel



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


The Wind The Wind

A Poem by Tate Morgan