Aged LoveA Poem by Choosing Life
His hands-- coarse, Outlined sagging skin. Years of time passing Made them both feel weathered. His touch held her gently, thus Reminding her how grateful she was. For he was the painter of the canvas of her soul Leaving fingerprints on her temples.
Her hands--weak Brushed against aging flesh. Years of time passing Made them both feel weathered. Her touch reassured him strongly, thus Reminding him how grateful he was. For she was the sculptress of his once hardened heart, Leaving footprints on his chest.
In their hands they found all they needed. Through their touch the years melted and age disappeared. They thanked God that He made them for each other in this life... © 2008 Choosing LifeAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on March 13, 2008 Last Updated on April 2, 2008 AuthorChoosing LifeCloser To Me...Nearer to TheeAboutI work and go to school fulltime so sometimes I have to post and run. It is just me and my little Yorkie, Prissy~ I could say more but no need... Read me and know me... Be Well. If you just must kno.. more..Writing
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