Old Love
Old Love
When first we met, that fateful day
Down on the farm, while making hay
I did not love you, no... not yet
That fateful day when first we met
With our first kiss my doubts all flew
I knew my heart belonged to you
In your strong arms I found sweet bliss
My doubts all flew with our first kiss.
For always now our life to share.
Forsake all others, be a pair.
We tied the knot, and took a vow
Our life to share for always now.
Still side by side as years move on,
Although the spark of youth has gone
The glow of love, it never died.
As years move on still side by side.
Swap Quatrain--lines 1&4 in each stanza, swapped.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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