Anteros Grace
Have I ever told you that Anteros
whispered love notes to me the day we met?
His sensuous breath carried love’s arrows
and my heart became yours without regret.
You must have heard the whispers he had let
for you softly stroked the hair from my face,
and never since, have we left love’s embrace.
Our love grows stronger as the days pass by.
Children and grandchildren all on their own,
we once more snuggle into a shared sigh.
Our days together bountifully sown,
those we have left admittedly on loan.
Yet you softly stroke the hair from my face,
sealing our days’ end with Anteros’ grace.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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