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Click hereThe one has been my wife over forty years
The other and I just began to dance
The one has given children, and love and tears
The other gives me sweet, so sweet romance
The one thinks sex is something to face
The other needs to make love to me
The one has a drawer full of unworn lace
The other buys lace for me to see
The one talks more sweetly to the dog and the cat
The other whispers love songs in our afterglow rest
The one sees no reason to sit on my lap
The other wants my hand caressing her breast
The one sees me as an older bent tree
The other sees me as mature and wise
The one thinks back on the younger me
The other sees me with excited eyes
The one knows all of my lows and highs
The other has only seen my best
The one has depended on me all of her life
The other has overcome every test
The one thinks of me as an old close friend
The other responded to an innocent flirt
With one I cannot let my marriage end
The other knows I won’t let her hurt
The one will need and have my love
The other I’ll need and love as much
The one I know I can never leave
The other will always feel my touch
rhythm of this, the to-and-fro. A good piece, though I think it fails towards the end? It needs a sharper end, though I appreciate there is no clear end in reality.
the old and the new...it could be anything from a new baby to a mistress, TK U MLJ LV NV
Monotony, I like what you are doing juxtaposing the two lover and love but the constant repetition wore me out toward the end, but it also helped me get and insight into how wearying that position would be. Thanks for sharing
Well written, I like your work. It's hard to be caught between a rock and hard place, especially when the hard place is growing and insistent.
The one would be bored, Ashesh, thinking about the laundry. Deep sigh.