Love, that timeless feeling, is not to be confused with the longings of lust.
In its exuberance my youth brought on such mistakes.
Still when you arrive, you make my room tilt as you slowly glide my way.
Each breadth I take becomes shallow and I pale at the thought,
or rather my doubts as I wonder why, why are you still with me?
Maybe it's just my asthma, Beans! It's awkward to grow old.
My six pack abs are now a keg, and at night I smile from a glass next to my throne.
I can strip paint with my breadth and I never seem to run out of fuel.
If only I could remember why I'm attracted to you...I'm half blind in one eye
and I can't see out of the other.
I thought I left those messy emotions behind, but, I'm still thrilled to hold your hand.
Those crossing life lines are still active. I'm glad something is.
Maybe it's a partnership and I have a sense of responsibility I can't avoid.
I don't know, I've been stupid since our kids were teenagers.
At least my barber gives me a discount each trip I make.
He has less to do each time.
Time, a friend or foe, the vote has not been counted but maybe next year
on our anniversary, I'll remember what it was I was going to say.
Memories fade, but it must be love because I still remember,
You….