I was twenty one and she was sixteen,
My fiancée was a beauty that is still unseen,
Every girl is pretty in her lovely teens,
See her images if you have aesthetic screens.
Yes, now that girl is sweet sixty one
Still, she is singular and next to none,
Was it possible not to become a poet so romantic?
Is it possible for me not to remain still aesthetic?
Time veered and snatched those lovely charms.
Grand Mother still has her golden arms,
For pretty Grand Children she is a garland,
For the too old love she is a casual rand.
Life was nothing but song and dance,
I can never forget that courtship and romance,
If that year from my life I subtract,
But why should I it's still intact.
Still I have something black and white,
A courtship's snap my too old write,
Whenever frustrated I look at the lit,
Her smiling photograph, I still owe it.
(Her black and white photograph is still a source of inspiration)
This is amazing write with sweet reminiscence of courtship and subsequent lovely occurrence in one's life....... very nicely crafted with nice presentation........10/10
Life was nothing but song and dance, I can never forget that courtship and romance Life is still one of song and dance for you, I suppose! You are the same old enthusiastic lover in your late sxties and she, your glamorous girl in her early sixty's! Let the romance continue till eternity! Enjoyed this poem much!
I love this narrative style of write.Your beloved is still a nice source of inspiration.That's why you can express your thought superbly.Kudos!
Life was nothing but song and dance, I can never forget that courtship and romance, If that year from my life I subtract, But why should I it's still intact. beautiful poem....enjoyed reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful romantic poem with your love bursting from inspired lines about your beloved so beautifully presented!