In my youth
"Love" slid
From my lips
And tongue
Too easily.
I "loved" desserts and hairdos,
Dresses, shoes,
And moist-palmed boys...
With equal passion.
Only with age
Did I master
The full extent of
"Love's" power and wonder.
Now, I revel
In it's rose gold tones
Whenever I say it.
I no longer waste it
On desserts or, hairdos
Or dresses; shoes,
Or moist-palmed boys
It's reserved
For those deserving
Its full import and promise.
Unselfishly
I croon it to kith & kin,
Share it with
Young and old alike.
Breathe it comfortably
Into my beloved's ear.
Sprinkle it joyfully
Into conversations
With friends.
Speak it softly to my pets
Face buried in soft fur.
Write it, Round and full,
In notes.
Yes..I love my country,
Home, garden, flag...
And my Creator's great gift of life
In this wondrous Universe.
I strive to 'love'
My neighbor as myself,
Respectfully and thoughtfully.
But only after I fought
To keep myself
From using "love"
Carelessly,
Did I come to realize
Its rare beauty
And amazing power.
I knew
It could not be
As special as it should
Unless spoken
With true commitment.
Now, no longer do I drop
"Love" on mere desserts
Hairdos, shoes, or dresses.
But, on rare occassions,
If the right moist-palmed boy
Should pass by,
I may whisper it,
Thoughtfully; respectfully,
But ever so quietly...
To remember my youth. |
Marriage
& Relationships
