Love Is
Who's to say
how the meanderings of time play?
A moment in our youth yearns
for an endless love to burn.
Unexpected and without a plan
blends the hearts of a woman and a man;
a distant glance
a high school dance
arms and bodies entwined
feed the harmony of soul and mind;
some casual encounter unannounced
draw two close to the love pronounced;
a courting short and sweet
combine the two in body heat
and children birthed and hugged
find life empowered in love;
with years long gone and now forgotten
the memories are real, worn and well into autumn
with winter holding on the rise
and love is alive in each other's eyes;
looking back there is no question
for the two bound by a love that's destined;
five decades have come and passed
blessed are the years that hurried fast,
nothing lost and everything gained
the seasons fade like summer rain
but love is ever the same
reflected and undaunted forever claimed;
no tears, no regrets for all of hers and his
enough to say - love is.
For Peg and dam on their 50th wedding anniversary. 11/22/19
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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