Love brings me here again
by her side just holding hands,
like when we were fifteen
and she wasn’t giving up
anything but those sweet kisses.
Love brings me here again,
back to square one,
fifty years together now,
prostrate-less old man
She saying.
She’s satisfied with
just me holding her.
A contest entry
- What ever comes from the heart by oldphotosonlybringt.
360 points, ended January 26, 2008, 21 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This love has brought the warmest breeze to the winter cold; it will outlive the time and the space.
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This poem was so sweet and well-written. Great job!
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aaww...!!!!
that is super cute i loved it it was sweet great poem i am so adding you as a finalist [what can i say i am sucker for these type of poems lol] oh well keep it up and hope your good love lots Endless-lover
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