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Greatest Love of All
Zach and Laura
Zach held her hand across the dimly lit table,
softly rubbing his thumb over the back of her
His beautiful jade eyes stared into her light blue
ones, then he smiled showing his dimples, proving
he was a very handsome man.
His eyes caressed her lips, as Laura drank her wine,
He wanted this night to last forever, and forever they
Her raven hair so wavy and long sparkled in the candlelight as a
heavenly reddish glow. Did she love him, still?
Zack wondered, but maybe she always will.
Laura could barely breathe while his sensuous thumb caressed her hand, and his eyes made love to her face,
Sinfully thoughts of his hands gently and slowly recording every curve and concave of her body, made sip her wine faster spilling some on her napkin's lace.
Zack moved next to her in their booth, and now they were sitting side by side,
it made her heart pound faster, her face was flushed-- this she could not hide.
Laura, my darling will you always be mine, he thought because they had never spoken a word,
As their eyes feasted on the beauty of each other, no words needed to be heard.
Zack and Laura had dined here 50 years ago, on their first Anniversary, and
their love grew with the years,
Through all their children and grandchildren, and many scary tears.
Vines of Love interwove their hearts---so even in the hereafter,
they would never be apart.
Zach told Laura it is not when the journey starts and ends that is important,
But it is the life that happens in between.
And then they kissed as if this would be their last,
with all the youthful passion of days gone past.
The Grandchildren Wrote of Their Love
We all loved our Mimi and Papa, who are in heaven waiting for us to join them,
The Angels will play their harps and sings- songs of love in beautiful hymns.
Our hearts are so lonesome, if only we could get a glimpse of our precious
Papa and Mimi, our eyes would never roam,
We are selfish we know for they are at peace in their “Heavenly Home.”
We visit their graves as a token--- of love,
But we know their spirits are--- up above.
We talk to them in our prayers each night as we pray,
As we pray to meet them in time, in the future -- on a happy, sunshiny day.
A Place Revisited
I walked upon the pebbles and stones,
Eons ago it was my Great-Grandparent's Home,
now in their graves are only their bones.
Their loving spirit in Heaven does roam,
I have my Great-Grandmother's silver comb.
I hold it every time I visit them here,
This was a happy place but now there is no cheer.
Her portrait still hangs in the old house through the trees---covered with a sheet,
Her long blonde curly hair drifted around her face so sweet.
They were married very young,
And their love so true began when spring had sprung.
Every month I bring her favorite "Lavender Roses" to place in her purple glass vase,
Because I know in Heaven there is a smile on her face.
I will one day move into the old house and share with their spirits there,
For always I will be with them and their great love to share.
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True Love Never Fades
- An Old Faded Valentine Box
An Old Faded Valentine Box is a poem about young love that was lost before it truly began.So,real and pure in a time long ago.
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