Your desire to win amazes me
For in my heart you'll always be
In life we've seen ups and downs
We learn from life ...we settled down
Through Hells fire we've waded strong
It is right here where I belong.
In autumn as the winds build strong
When geese fly south our love is strong
With every chill between night's turn
Flesh to flesh the fire's will burn
To dwell within a heart in song
Enforces love that here belongs.
The boy in you nourishes the awe
As love runs on til spring time thaws
The girl in me is overwhelmed
From boyish passion where I dwell
Young love builds ...ages with grace
As lines of history embrace your face
My tears are dedicated vows of true
Love for the boy embraced in you .
From the Norman Rockwell sketch to the closing line this is perfect and I love it. We men are all still boys at heart probably till the day we die. You can accept that and love it rather than attack which some do. Thank you Susan for sharing.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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