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Taking His Breath Away

Updated on March 19, 2015

She had been there

for so many years now

she was his youth

even his childhood

long before it was fashionable

to call her his dream

she was there

and she always took his breath away


somewhere as the years passed

they had become so comfortable

so used to one another

perhaps the passion had cooled

perhaps romance took a back burner


but through it all he loved her

and as far as he knew

she was his world

there was no one else

oh, she said and did the right things

but it could be her heart

just wasn’t in it


thinking back to all that had been

he remembered her always there and smiling

her kisses willing and her hugs thrilling

many a night spent just dreaming

as the moon and the clouds

played shadow games

and the stars above sparkled


then one day he was surprised

to find sliver threads in his hair

she was till a lovely jewel

with ruby highlights in her hair

and even through he remembered

all the right dates

brought her flowers and presents

he could tell that the first bloom of love

had long since passed


while he wondered how to regain

that what had been lost

one day he turned around

and she was gone

something about seeking her dreams

something about rolling back the years

he never understood it quite well

he only knew it hurt like hell



she had been his love and his life

never would there be another

to take him from childhood to adulthood

to give him what he needed

and he wondered it he should follow

to see if love could be recaptured


it was then that he saw her

there in the shadows

coming every closer

her smile so familiar

she said she should have known

that before she had flown

there could never, would never

be another love in her life like him


he was her very heart and soul

her morning and her night

it was just the part of growing old

that had frightened her away

but nothing could every change

that what mattered the most

that she belonged to him

and he belonged to her

and it would be that way

to their dying day

and through all eternity


together the years just rolled away

and they kept each other in springtime

where flowers bloomed and never wilted

where fantasy mingled with reality

days of bliss and happiness

there was nothing to regret, nothing to miss

just a forever kind of love

© 2015 Gypsy Rose Lee

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Manatita. Hope you're looking forward to a lovely weekend.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Just beautiful!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Deergha

      Thank you Patricia

      Thank you Shauna

      Thank you Ruby

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Forever lasting love is a beautiful thing. Growing old together is the way it should be...loved it..

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Beautiful, Rasma. Everlasting love is so rare these days. But, it does exist and love when I see it.

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      Patricia Scott 2 years ago from sunny Florida

      This was love like my Momma and Papa (she called in Papa, we, Daddy) shared...love that knew no bounds, endless, seamless, and no doubt it lives beyond death for them. "and they kept each other in springtime..." I love that...

      I am deeply moved.

      Voted up++++ and shared

      Angels are winging their way to you this morning ps

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      deergha 2 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

      Very beautiful poem here Gypsy....like always. A story of undying love with a full life cycle almost ...so perfectly you have depicted here. Thanks for this share. Shared and votes up beautiful.