In Love, Still Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
In Love, Still
We lie
Looking
In each other's eyes,
As sleep eludes them.
You
At fifty five
Have the same
Beautiful eyes
That you looked
At me first with.
No charms lost.
Earlier in the day
Our little daughter said
She's in love.
Little daughter
No longer-
A woman
Grown up,
Now we realise,
And she is in love.
We
Still
Are.
In revisiting this poem, I'm in awe of those who love, and cherish, the sacred institution of marriage. All the power to you and your wife, Poet Menon!
Thank you Richard. Marriage is one institution, we Indians respect, even now.
This, dear poet, is an ode to the institution of marriage. Thank you
Love is the glue that holds us together! Thank you for testifying to its durability! *****
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2/8/2023 9:15:29 PM # 1.0.0.1097
So cute and wonderful.
Grateful to you, dear poet.