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The Lover's Song

Lie with me a morning’s hour,
For we have only a day,
Where my skin is soft, my mind; aloft,
Where old age has not yet come my way.

I love to walk your orchid garden,
And see what God has made.
I run my fingers on the leaves,
Of beauty that is not delayed.

I smell the blooming flowers,
I touch the evergreen leaves,
I hold the branches closely,
I kiss the passing breeze.

I love to hear your laughter,
I grasp you tightly in my arms.
Age: take your time, you must delay,
Give me a second to work my charms.

As season passes after season,
The bond grows thicker and thicker still.
The heart matures and life endures,
And love grows strong; it always will.

But this day, now, comes to a close,
And weak and feeble are my knees.
My once strong back is now bent over,
My piercing eyes; now dark as thieves.

Age has now drank his full,
And I hesitate to shake his cold hands.
He had delayed all he could,
But right next to me, he now stands.

I cannot lift my head as high,
I cannot see your enchanting face.
I cannot feel your lovely arms,
The ones I loved to embrace.

At night, I am now old and weak,
Too old for youthful pleasantries.
Too feeble for those lovely nights,
…we used to sail on lover’s seas.

I wish I had that day again,
I stretch forth my arms into the wind.
My eyes too old to bleed the tears,
That dripped of youthfulness within.

I soon cannot recall as well,
The hours past, spent in your arms.
I soon forget your lovely name,
At one time scribbled upon my palms.

But I must know this one last time,
I must know just once more!
The loveliness of your embrace,
That I had so many times before.

With my last bit of strength, I meet your palms,
Your arms, your thighs, your hips, your waist.
With a breath I breathe and recall the past,
Yes... now I remember your face.

But wait…

My strength is slowly coming back,
My gray hair is restored to its youthful brown.
My skin firms up, my eyes look up,
My legs stand strong, I hear the sound;

...Of your heartbeat, oh…I missed that sound,
Many a night it put me to sleep,
Into your eyes I can now stare,
And recall the safety of lover’s keep.

This is not magic; this is not fake,
Merely the reward from a lifetime’s wage.
For in my heart, I am a kid,
And my love for you does not age.

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