The "married to the love of my life" is true, the end is fiction. I wrote this for a contest and then noticed it couldn't be a new poem. *sigh*
Stunning sunset feeds my soul, Begins to collapse as night sneaks in. A shiver dances down my spine As your warm arms shield from night's chill kiss. Your laugh rejuvenates my frame Like the longest, deepest, warm massage Your wit a challenge to elate The Sunday crossword I want every night. I am a schoolgirl once again Who doodles your name with heart dot i's Richest chocolate cake, a taste? But you're trapped by baker's glass for now. I always thought a fire burns hot Then slowly dies: warm, cool, then cold. But forty years and still this moth Can't fight the attraction of your sensual flame. If love could heal a broken heart Your pillow would still have warmth and light. But instead it catches all my tears As I await our reunion, my husband, my life. 2/4/2017 140 words
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