With age comes a time when we realize it is you and I together forever. The children will grow up and find loves and lives of their own and then there are just the two of us, still wanting after all those years , still longing and loving each other for better or worst as we grow old together and find all the hidden beauty that wasn't there in the younger years.
With Age Comes?
With age comes beauty, Sometimes others cannot see, For it'd hidden deep within our hearts, Where it is meant to be.
True love for one another, A part we chose to share, An emotional exciting feeling, For someone who really cares.
We open up our bodies, Our minds we do express, As we whisper great desires, To that special one we love the best.
We swear to always be there, Together, till death do us part, We've given all we have to give, But most of all pur heart.
We share that old time feeling, We glance gently, in old fashion style, We know those familiar thoughts, As we we catch that big longing smile.
We slowly step a little closer, Slowly we entwine in each other's arms, Loving what we have to offer, Suffocating each other in our charms.
As we grow old together, We realize the more we care, As we whisper great desires, Soft and gently in each other's ear.
True love, ah yes. Nothing can compare to it. True love is especially beautiful when the children have grown and moved on into their own lives. Your writing keeps getting better and better sis, love it. Keep it up.
Real love does stand the test of time and the perils and pitfalls that life throws up to confuse and often separater two hearts. This poem speaks of real love and very deep emotions.
hugs
Fee
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Love you sis
hugs
Fee
thanks,
dan
George