- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Old age love
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Click hereAnticipating the evening laying out before me
looking in the mirror for the hundredth time
Was it blue or green the colors of his eyes?
I remember the night we met all kept in memory
I recall the exact place he kissed me
It was on the porch oh no maybe not maybe a car?
He was wearing a blue suit oh wait maybe its brown
shirt was white or yellow
Perhaps he was wearing jeans, I remember it well?
Young love is such a whirl winding time in life
Think you will never forget the circumstances
Time creeps up on you without warning.
I hear him coming I love him so
He gives me a wonderful feeling down in my toes
Here he comes walking so tall and proud.
Oh no wait a minute I lost his name I will wait
He will call mine out and I will remember his.
'My beautiful Rosie how beautiful you look.'
'Oh Franklin you so handsome in your suit
lets just sit here for a while and chat.'
So tonight we are Rosie and Franklin
Who care's last night we were Barbara and Stan...
Love is wonderful in old age. What's in a name anyway?
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Taleover 19 years agocute and endearing...witty wording to develope the speakers charm...grin~
Christina O. Leighover 19 years agoI like what you're saying here, but be careful when you're talking about him as in "we" then going back to "you" again. Keep it the same.
No harm meant.
Christina
