My cherished L'amour

She held my hand like we were just like newly-weds,

as  tightly as her brittle dainty hand could to mine.

I adored her, she was my everything. Each and every

new day passing.

I looked fondly upon her beautiful face. It now all worn

with age, wisdom and grace.

Her eyes still filled deeply with those passionate warm

hazelnut coloured windows into her captivating soul.

Her hair as white like the pure driven snow

on a chilly winters newborn day.  Her smile hits my

core. like a punch drunk on love. As she turned to kiss

my mature like sweet mature wine lips.

I am mesmerized by her beauty. I always will be.

My cherished L'amour.

She may not have a youthful appearance, Or the

delightful skip in her step no more. But she is

 My L'amour. For eternal

Reviews

[genocide]

very good story true love is my ultimate goal

[Onlyme]

Never give up that person might be around the corner waiting for you. And thanks glad you liked it. Dawn.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. I liked the tale and the ending. You create a tale of romance with a happy ending. Thank you Dee for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

[Onlyme]

Thank You, Coyote Poetry for your kind comments.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Dee.