The day is over the late news
Has been watched
We secure the house
All unnecessary lights
Are turned off
The end of the day
Is at hand.
I stare
Deep into the loveliness
Of her beautiful brown eyes
I gently kiss her lips
Bidding her goodnight
As we walk to the bedroom
Where once upon a time
I carried her
With romantic thoughts
In mind.
Slowly we sit on the bed
With cracking bones
Moaning and groaning
With accumulated pain
From achy bones, popping knees
And growing age.
An ouch here, an ouch there
As we attempt to get comfortable
I embrace her
From the rear seeking warmth
Still ouching
Whispering “I love you” dear
As I struggle to kiss her Goodnight.
On her lovely ears.
By: William Bonilla
D’Artagnan
10/05/08
Bigger bonus: 'someone' sees y o u, not a collection of bumps and
bruises. Thank you for sharing this, William. Love and luck to you both, Phyllis
love your new bio picture, peace and love, Carole~
Newfie Hugs, Rose
But a most tender piece to her, hope you let her to read it, your words are worth more than a dozen red roses.
Georg
Love,
ET
And spooning is one of the greatest ways to stay warm.
Loved this write.
--RaeLynn
Blessings,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Feel blessed because you are.
Sweet poem,
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Whispering “I love you” dear
Growin old ain't so hot, but still bein in love, is wonderful!