Who cares about their color?
They'd twinkle anyway .
Someday they'll both have places
In Heaven's bright array.
Who cares about her poundage?
She still looks very nice.
My arms still reach around her,
I think that will suffice.
Who cares about her cleavage,
Whatever size they are?
I'm sure they have their beauty.
I never got that far.
Who cares about her hairdoo?
She's going with the flow.
I doubt if she considers;
But that's not bad, you know.
Who cares how old she's getting?
She's still the same to me.
Sometimes I take for granted,
We both shall always be.
But care, I do, about her.
In life, above all things.
And cherish every moment
We share, from which it springs.
very thick with rhetoric, but the manner in which it is used works well. One can't always say that about question in verse. Can see why it was so popular. Thanks for sharing
what a wonderful way to look at another. true beauty is on the inside and if such beauty beholds it will shine all the way through. awesome piece.
who cares- some do...wise know better lovely poem, beautiful last stanza Mamta
This has to be the sweetest poem I have read, not many men are able to put their feelings out like this
I wish all men could see the beauty within as you clearly do... Lovely rhymes to.
I love the way u rhyme it's actually something I'm working on and rhythm so I envy all that can write as beautifully as you. Make sure everyone knows about this one too so. Spread yourself! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's lovely, a pleasure to read this one. Superbly constructed. Excellence written all over it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX