

His hair is greyer now
He no longer has the glow of youth
His stride slower
Each step in tune with mine
I hold his hand
It feels the same as yesteryear
As we walk into the glow of evening
I know love never ends…
©anitadawes 2020
His hair is greyer now
He no longer has the glow of youth
His stride slower
Each step in tune with mine
I hold his hand
It feels the same as yesteryear
As we walk into the glow of evening
I know love never ends…
©anitadawes 2020
Love beautiful, Anita. What a lovely poem of ageless love.
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Thank you, I loved this one too!
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