What was it he saw in her
That pulled him aside
Whispered in his ear
Make her mine
Forty years passed now
holding her hand
Forty decades drifted
Walking the sand
Soft hair still blonde braided
Her legs long and lean
What was it made him think
She is my dream
What was it she witnessed
Back then in their youth
To hitch to his wagon
Thinking, he is my truth
A strong back and soft hands
A laugh to his voice
To render her resolve
He is my choice
Forty years passed now
Holding his hand
Four decades drifted
Walking the sand
I take it a good choice made. Lovely and heartfelt poetry.
What a romantic poem. This is what we all hope for (or at least me) ! Well written and as beautiful as the love conveyed within it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
four decades of beachwalking, what a love?