Love? Oh, yes.

Don’t count the years.

Count all the good things.

Memories, flash like comets

Fired from some ethereal cannon.

No need to light a magic fuse.

Just seeing my lady in her armchair

Lovely lips smiling ‘neath silvered hair,

A smile, that draws me back

A long-gone seventy-two years

Our first youthful party kiss, warm and gentle

Her head moved back to smile,

I caught that smile

And kept it, hidden for a while.

Love? Still a dream then,

But kisses heat and search our skins,

Those rich hot happy years together.

Hearts linked by moon, stars,

And one special love song.

But now, time may overtake us,

All passion might be spent

Yet, each time we pass

In some tight doorway,

Our passport is still

That sweet and forever kiss.

Fresh flowers in a vase each week

A hug as the TV glows.

LOVE?

Ask my lady in her armchair,

She’ll tell you.

“Valentine’s day is every day,

Not just once a year.”