I love her

Her skin hangs a little loosely around her smile,

Her hair's begun to fall with silver strands,

Her eyes glow with a little less shine,

But I love her, and she is mine.

 

She keeps me safe, happy and warm,

She tends to my every need,

She is the reason that I am here,

So I love her, I hold her so dear.

 

To me there is no one to compare,

To me she could no wrong,

To me she is the very best,

And I love her, with my every last breath.

 

We have a bond no one else will ever have,

We have shared memories just for us,

We have something everyone should,

Thus I love her, like no one else could.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Could you be speaking of your mother? Whoever it is, it's wonderful that you feel so close. A very nice poem, by the way. Sam