Kisses and Roses
At seventy-five, you may wonder why
This habit of mine I cannot break, even if I try
You see I sit in my parlour from three until four
Waiting for that special knock on the door
Understanding full well that you are not here
I am still living on memories fond, I fear
Sometimes I read those special love cards
Written on finest paper using quotes of The Bard's
Dearest Kathleen, I read at the top of the page
My love for you my darling is causing such rage
Our stolen moments together give me everything I need
You are a part of my being, thus I must concede
Until my last breath on this mortal plane
I will come to your door again and again
Between three and four of an afternoon
When we can dance and sing before we spoon
My love for you may seem to some
A little naughty and just some fun
Kathleen you know it is not this way
If things were different with you I would stay
You would write me sonnets and love messages
And I would write back to you such loving exchanges
We found this love and so powerful it be
When I was sixty-nine and you seventy-three
There are rules to obey in this older citizens home
My small quarters has a beautiful parlour room
For you it was a room of very less space
So it was always in my parlour, where we came face to face.
Six months now and as I sit alone in my beautiful parlour
I reminisce about our rendezvous, for that special hour
Kisses and roses come to my mind all over again
On each card that you gave me are roses with kisses, drawn under them
I have these special cards and my memories too
And I know that one day I will be with you
We found each other later in life, much later than so many others do
So now I sit here my love, smelling my roses and sending those sweet kisses, back to you.
Milli 09.
My appreciation and thanks to Poem Posse for the achievement award this week. Muhahh!
"When we can dance and sing before we spoon" this is a wonderful line to this lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThanks Danette....I am glad that you enjoyed. Smiles!
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ReplyDeletea wealth of depth , beautiful words of past , loved it .
Milli, this is lovely! Very well done, so very sweet and moving!
ReplyDeleteThank You Rosie I am thrilled that you loved it.
ReplyDeleteDear Sue I am so happy to see you here. You write such human and moving poetry it's always with pleasure that I welcome you to read mine.
ReplyDeleteits beautiful....simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBig smiles of thanks...
ReplyDeleteI love writing poetry in french, I did once before write one or two in English but words just don't come easily to me.
ReplyDeleteI had a great pleasure reading you and even if I'm not used to read in English I'll come back again and again to read more and more ;)
Hugs and Kisses from France, Babs
morning Milli~~~~to love and be loved is the human hearts desire at any age...
ReplyDeleteThank You Babs and welcome to my Friend circle too. You will be more than welcomed and as for me my French is very limited however some of my friends here do speak fluent French so you will not feel alone.
ReplyDeleteHugs and Kisses from Australia.
Good Morning Dear Dana and you are so very correct in this statement..Love is not only for the young it is for all who are willing to open their hearts.
ReplyDeletereading this brought tears to my eyes. how love can be so grand that it touches all ages, defying wrinkles and all. it's so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteit should be a song.
ps.
you wrote really fast, huh?
oh so tender and dear ... I loved reading this. It made me think of my Grandparents. The rhythm is dancing!
ReplyDeleteAwww so sweet and proof that love can be found at any age.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations my dearest, come and claim your Achievement Award. ^&^
ReplyDeleteCONGRATULATIONS, YOU DESERVE THIS AWARD!! GREAT POEM.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem which makes all sensual people to understand what love is.
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