Young Lips Old Heart
Lips
Soft and gentle
With eyes that let you stare deep into a soul
And even though our youth
Is many years away
Our spirits are ripe and young
When I look at her
I can see the child
Dancing in the fields of life
With a laugh that transcends time
Holding a brush and pallet
Filled with the colors of her mind
My rusty body wonders
What does she see or feel
It has been so very long
For me
For her
But those lips
So very soft and gentle
Will not let me sleep well tonight
Or wake
Without thoughts of her
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