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Come Home Old Man
By La Belle Rouge

Come home old man, yes you are old now
and I, I am no longer the young widow
who tempted you that stormy night
on the banks of the Santee so long ago.
Come home and we will grow old together
and when we are finished we will lie
side by side eternally under the magnolias
on the riverbank where love found us.
Come home, Old Man, My Forever Love
and let me gently run my fingers through
your snowy hair and kiss the beloved lips
hiding amid the silver of your wiry beard.

Come home and be done with your wanderlust
I can yet stir your lust, satisfy your longing
with flesh less youthful but still warm.
We will lie again by the Santee, two old lovers
familiar friends, reliving the glory years
with touches of fire that has never waned.
With the knowing, slow hands of our love
we will pledge again all our tomorrows
to each other and once again the old oak
will renew his former strength enveloped
in the folds of the scented tender orchid.

Come home and find your rest in my arms.
Your poor feet are weary with wandering.
Your heart is heavy with such loneliness
You need never feel alone again, My Love.
Come home and enjoy the vintage cognac
and the potent cigars that always await you
Our little ones are all flown from the nest
it will be a time for naked surprises
and love at all hours anywhere we please.
Fall back onto the soft pillow of the love
of one who has never stopped waiting for you
to find the end of your road in her arms.
Come home Old Man, My Colonel, My Dearest
come home, come to me.


7/11/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”

Music "Faded Love"