.....When I'M Sixty-Four? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

.....When I'M Sixty-Four?

Rating: 3.7

I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?

I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?

I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?

I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with love
and tenderness.
And would you mind
to save your smile
when I am sleeping
for morning glory?

I hope your lips
will always be
just waiting,
for kisses that
sing songs
of love for me.
And if I hurry
out the door
still chewing brekkie,
I hope you'll
want to:
look into my eyes,
talk into my ears,
hold my calloused hands
and kiss me
'til I melt.

Chinedu Dike 19 April 2015

Lovely and very romantic. Thanks for sharing.

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Reshma Ramesh 01 December 2008

ohhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! such a delightful and sweet love poem.............

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Ruby Honeytip 29 October 2012

Love is my favourite topic to write about. This one made my heart do a little dance. Sweet and lovely: ^)

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John Nightingale 18 December 2007

Love transcends age.10

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K. V. Venkataramana 04 April 2008

A wonderful tribute to your beloved. A beautiful poem, indeed!

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Kingsley Egbukole 26 October 2023

Very romantic poem well crafted

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Michael Hopkins 24 October 2023

Optimistic but a lovely sentiment

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Faith Brigham 07 February 2023

A very lovely, heartfelt poem that is so romantic. I applaud you!

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Pratanu Banerjee 16 February 2021

This is definitely a great poem...

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Quoth Theraven 31 August 2020

Herbert, No truer poet at heart, when solving sweet love riddles. QtR

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