Now the fading twilight of their years
Has stole their sexual youth away
He looks at her, she looks at him
In a more endearing kind of way
He smiles at her, she smiles at him
The words no longer needed to be said
They know when the lights go out
They’ll be snuggled close in bed
Holds out his hand, she takes it in hers
Tenderness like a warm climax starts to spread
They squeeze hands just a little tighter
As on his shoulder she rests her weary head
Memories they’ve built a lifetime
Well hold them through the winter’s cold
You don’t need a lot of money
When two hearts together do grow old
They also know the day is coming
When they may have to part their way
So now they make the most of every minute
As they treasure each and every day
For that is a love that’s real and true
Not material things or even sex wild and hot
It’s the love that will still be there at the end
When everything else tends to be forgot.
You are something else. I bet a very heartfelt man. You write romance and memories eternal, with softness in a lovely way.
saved it..ty dear friend..:)
vesna*
Allen
Karen
You had me going from the title...I was, at first, a bit hesitant to read this...but am I glad I did *whew! glad it wasn't what I thought it was LOL* It was even more better, as Cajuns like to say--a most beautifully tender expression of long lasting love! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka