The relentless winds of time Have enfolded us Both you and I. Remember the days long long ago When we were young Vibrant.energetic in our love
Days passed so slowly They were days of sweet rapture We lived inside a bubble Like naked cherubs Laughing, loving with all we had to give.
Often we would lie entangled In aromatic emotions (Did we ever come up for air?) We became one In all that, that could possibly mean
Now those years have fled Passed us by (time does that) Yet still we hold onto each other You with grey upon your head Myself a little less hair And a paunch Perhaps a little stooped.
But I look at you now And still that twinkle is clear in your eyes As you say "It's late my love come to bed" And It's only half past eight
Beautiful and heart-warming poem. The work with imagery and metaphor is amazing and the simple, subtle but profound depiction of love was relly impressive. Well done.
Oh I loved this, you described true love, the aging of the love of two so perfectly.
And the ending, now that was good.
Loved the flow and the poem as a whole.
Amazing
And so it went that the old man went to bed with his wife and the two of them passed in slumber to a place of no pain or tears. Very good write here. Very surreal.
the recognition of love's end or death is the sense of urgency and appreciation of this declaration; unfortunately or fortunately - the trigger to declare with a sense of intensity...losing love; mourning and celebrating love.
Just because we grow old doesn't me we can't have romantic passion in our veins. It just means we have to do it a little slower and earlier in the night.
Thank you for the amazing poem. Age may take the body. But mind still desire to dance the dance of passion and romance. I like how you told the story in the poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote
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