Happy Valentine's Day
Our Valentine Blog Hop starts today!!! Today, I have written about old lover's heart songs, based upon the photo below. People don't stay married the way they used to when our grandparents and great-grandparents lived and loved. So many relationships have become disposal; there is no value in working to preserve a loving relationship, yet generations earlier, it was a forgone conclusion that you married for better or worse....not just better. I admire those lovers for those were true romances. Here is a short moment in a loving exchange between old lovers.
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| Acknowledgement ~ Google Images Old Lovers Valentine |
He
leaned back, closed his weary eyes, relaxed with a sigh and rested against her
heart. She slept, spent. He inhaled the comfort of her familiar ‘sweet
strawberry’ essence in the rhythm of their shared breathing.
It was
a lifetime and yet only moments…
The same errant curl,
now with a little less spring, a little less luster and grey with time, fell to
her forehead tickling her brow as it has always done. He reached to tuck the
insistent ringlet from her face when their weathered hands touched, in the same
well-known, well-loved spot.
"I
didn’t mean to wake you,"
he whispered into the air embracing her.
"You
didn’t," she
cooed, "that ever damned curl did.
If you hadn’t such an affinity for my curls, I would have cut them off decades
ago."
"I
will never forget the first time I saw those wild auburn curls. I remember
thinking your hair sparkled in the moonlight and danced for play with the sun.
But for that curl, would you change anything?"
She turned to him,
held his twisted, polished hand to her heart and sighed.
"Don’t
you know yet, darling? Though time has ravaged our bodies, my heart sees us only as
lovers."
We cannot deny the strength of our desires
For we are the ones that seek the pleasure of the truth
And when our bodies burn for one another
We cannot turn away
But fly instead into the center of the heat
For if we are burned, it will be because we sought
All that was real and strong and good
Because we knew the power of attraction and how we felt
As our flesh grew and yearned as oneSo do not fear that which we know is special
And do not turn or run from lust or love so pure and true
All that was real and strong and good
Because we knew the power of attraction and how we felt
As our flesh grew and yearned as oneSo do not fear that which we know is special
And do not turn or run from lust or love so pure and true
That would deny the essence of our beings
And keep us from the fire of truth we build
And keep us from the fire of truth we build