My Forever Lover
A Thought on Life
I wrote this poem early this morning while sitting by the window, and listening to the pouring rain. I am still huddled up in my house coat, and grateful for the warmth and comfort that it affords me, for today I have decisions to make. Life is full of decisions and troubles, but for some people they just get the recipe right. This little poem is all about them.
Celebration of love
Testimony to Life, My Forever Lover
Let us take a stroll down yonder country lane
over the bridge and into the meadow,
Where in the distance is the copse
with a carpet of blue, and
the intoxicating scent of the bluebells linger.
I watched you grow from the girl next door,
Into the beautiful woman that I see before me.
I was slow to recognise you at first,
until one day your laughter
sang a sweet song in my ear,
and for a split moment
my heart skipped a beat.
That was twenty five years ago now
and as we plan to celebrate our past together,
I will raise a toast to the future
and another twenty five years to share.
Your beauty is more now than it ever was,
your voice to me is likened to
a fine tuned orchestra,
And you still move with the gentleness
of a new born fawn.
You are all my summers sitting in the sun,
and all my winters sharing a glass of wine
under a blanket by the fire.
You take my breath away, and I am lucky
that I remain the same soldier within your heart.
Age is but a number,
when all that matters is the love
we still share with the respect
from years of happiness together.
I love you dear heart,
for all your goodness and strength,
and to me you will always
be my forever lover.
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