Our Love

OUR LOVE If all I'd had for you was just one kiss then surely love would not have come our way but holding on, and wanting more than this we found a dream had come around to stay. Now all I am, is what you've made of me throughout the years in ev'rything we dare whatever comes--comes much more easily because I know you're with me ev'rywhere. And as the finest wine, our love has yet to know perfection--I keep this in mind as passing time has brought me no regret and old is something I may never find so long as I've still got one memory of all the things your love has meant to me. © Ron Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet