Give me not
Your nubile girls
Experts on the course of life,
Whose baby cheeks
Unshadowed eyes
Bespeak the fact
They've never cried.
Give to me
A love of sorrow
Whose flesh has known
Fear of tomorrow;
Whose hands have shaken
With life's knowledge
Never gained
By years of college.
Give to me
A love whose sated
Scores of lovers
Proved ill-fated,
Grateful for the touch
That brings
The revival of
Youth's fateful Spring.
Give me not
Your heart unbroken,
The n'er betrayed
By words unspoken,
Who never watched
Love walk away,
The unforsworn
On rainy days.
David, you are a rascal. I hope you haven't been exploiting these older women of whom you speak so eloquently. (At least, not wiithout me) Have a look at the lady in my profile. I found her when she was 70. So I know of what you speak, and it's all good. lol
You so beautifully put moments of life to words. You are a master poet! xox
Many a tired woman would read this and smile David. You would make a woman who has forgotten the beauty of her youth and not yet recognized the beauty in her age feel wanted again. Beautiful David
Speaking as an older woman let me say bravo a man[ as we say in Ireland ] who knows his onions. The poem is delightful also well done
I don't know what I most admire- your good taste in poetry or your good taste in women!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant work and masterfully written, content and flow excellent.