There's no denying that she's aged
and mellowed in that easy way
such lovely women do.
Love of life has left its traces
around her eyes and mouth
and she carries,
comfortably,
in that tastefully wanton way of hers,
a little more of Ruby than she did.
But still she feels the warmth
in grateful glances that she leaves behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work Red, and hello to gorgeous Ruby xxx
Wish you were here.x
Its lovely that you're still reading things I write. And warming. I'm glad that I still feel that.