Forever young

Just how love blooms forever fresh

In his eyes the image
of the girl that he first met,
untainted by the years of toil
of hardship and regret.
She is lightly dancing
welcoming the spring,
laughing in the meadow
wearing his promise ring.
flowers in her chestnut hair
garnishing her face,
eyes full of tomorrows
lived at this happy pace.
To see myself as he does
through his wound back eyes,
that forever see that walk
beneath those moonlit skies.
Seeing not my crowsfeet
my grey hairs and puppyfat,
oh for just one moment
to see myself like that.
For in his eyes I live and breath
a young girl of seventeen,
there recalled as his prom date
and there after as his queen.

Author's Note

Be honest

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

So tender and loving. Excellent work! More More!

[Daytonight]

Ohhhhh! This made me cry it was so sweet! I dearly love it! Oh to be loved like that and viewed like that in my lover's eyes. Keep on penning!