Why Be Less Beautiful and Desirable?
Before flowers and hugs made you happy,
and every evening you waited for my arrival,
and lovingly asked me, " How was your day, darling? "
Your old age age doesn't have those thrills anymore as when life was yours;
today, vanished is that radiant face: now, it only shows ugly spots and wrinkles...
a curse of the flesh, and no tenderness can console you for that tragic loss!
Why be less beautiful and desirable?
no woman ever loses her unique beauty, it is alive in her admirer's memory;
it's in the tender words she speaks to her captured man, who changed her destiny!
Sweetheart, accept my yellow roses with the same joy you demonstrated yesterday;
never doubt my faithfulness, and whisper to yourself, " He loves me not! "
Try to smile...and instantly you will look much younger than you ever felt!
Why be less beautiful and desirable?
We sealed our fate with the oath of fidelity, giving life to a promise never to be broken;
our sky was of the deepest blue and no other dream ever compared to that one!
Cpyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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