The Language of Love
We met under a shower of bird-notes. Fifty years passed, love’s moment In a world in servitude to time. She was young; I kissed with my eyes closed And opened them on her wrinkles. Tucked away in some part of our soul there will be a precious memory of a season of love. It may have been in our childhood, our teenage years or last August, but one moment will always be special. Even if […]