Antiquity Of Love

 

                                      

They sit together after supper, two forks, two plates -dishes cleared, put away. She, with her tiny spectacles perched a little crooked on her face -  he, with his favorite pipe. Her withered hands lay peacefully in her lap…he reaches out, gently touching them - not speaking any words.

 

No words needed between the two of them-having been together for so many years. Memorable words, touching phrases spoken ore’ the years spent together as one. One heart - one mind. Not always a life of sunshine and roses, but devotions never ceased between these two old lovers, these two best friends.

 

They held on to one another through each new day, each new tomorrow - catching one another’s loving gaze, uttering a graceful word now and then. Wrinkled faces beautifully bestow them now - yet to him…she’s just as lovely as the day they wed - his lovely bride - his cherished, sweet wife of many years. A smile creeps across his lips in remembering their cherished wedding vows.

 

“Will you take this women to be your wife”? He did then, he still does now.

The words sweet and strong - like the fragrance of orchids… everlasting, forever long.

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     c/r by anne p murray- 2012

                  

Reviews

[Bare trees]

You've written about one of the strongest love's there is. This is not only a good poem but you present it well also. Nice writing.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you dear friend. I agree, if one could have the purity of this kind of love, the heart would never sigh... longing for more