Still Love

When we first met, in love we used to glide on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans, now we slowly totter,and try to hide our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns. We still hold hands like back on that first date but now it's less a gesture, decades on else I'd walk off ahead then have to wait while you found something firm to lean upon. You said you'd like a skirt to match your eyes I did my very best but must confess I went to every shop but no-one buys or maybe no-one sells a bloodshot dress. you run your fingers through my hair a bit, these days I marvel just how fast it goes these greying locks ,well, what remains of it, from off my scalp and southwards to my nose. Annoying habits met with just a sigh, you snoring on the sofa after tea or ducking as my nail clippings shoot by, or leaving used bags out when making tea. Love's outer shell is merely just it's name, inside it's precious pearl remains the same.