Daddy’s Girl.

Such a little hand

Held out to me

So small in mine

It sets me free

So much hope

On that little face

Turned up with love

An unspoiled grace

And yes she grows

And yes I know

To all, her hands change

But that age doesn’t show

For held out to me

It still sets me free

That unspoiled grace

Always there on that face

No wrinkle can change

No number can blind

Her hand from mine

So small in my mind

For that is the love of a child

An ageless grace

A forever vision

In hand and on face.

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Senses interpreted.

And I said to my eyes

What do you see

And I said to my ears

What do you hear

I asked my hands

What do you feel

I asked my brain

What are you thinking

But only my mouth

Would answer…

Your eyes see a future

Your ears hear a child

Your hand feels the earth

And your brain thinks too much

I thanked my mouth for speaking up

And it answered

That’s what I do.

Is.

There is a girl.
Who held the world.
To a breast warm and lovely.
There is a hand.
That held a rose.
Out to all the lonely.
There is friend.
Who’s eyes were deep.
To see the world around her.
There is a woman.
Of beauty and grace.
Can’t help but love forever.

Marooned.

I watched her, as she splashed in the waves. Sand clung to her pale skin, her nose red with the colour of a bit too much sun. She smiled as wide as the ocean she was in and I had to sigh over the beauty of this moment.

I ran to her, picking her up in my arms and we danced to the music of surf and laughter. We visited this place so many times. It was our place, secluded and beautiful. We could imagine ourselves marooned on a deserted island. We slept in a hut on the beach, it was as heaven should be.

We made love under a sky filled with stars. As always our bodies just fit. We were more than husband, more than wife, we were lovers. It was as it always was, it was as if we never lived our years, never grew older with each other. I felt my heart skip as her skin touched mine. If I could cry joy, I would cry a river.

“Happy anniversary love,” she whispered.

“Yes darling, 55 years in a blink of an eye,” I sighed.

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Once…a story of me.

Once upon a time,
You were the world to me,
There was nothing before,
Nothing after,
You were grace,
And beauty,
You were music,
And I danced with smiles,
You found me when I was lost,
And held my hand,
You were everything,
In the story of me…

Until I could no longer pretend…
All stories fade to The End.