You stare in the mirror, pertubed by the reflection.
Running your delicate fingers across the lines on your face.
Thinking the exquisiteness and winsomeness is out of place.
Touch your skin, it's bleak and glacial.
Touch your heart, it's affectionate and sincere.
You question me, will you always be here?
To care for me, alleviate-ameliorate-assist me.
I consign to oblivion.
Think about her passions, gold and diamond rings.
Do they cure like a drug, the pain living brings?
I reply,
Always.
We touch hands.
Always,
is how long God dictates.

Comments
Cavalcaderl | August 15, 2009 - 20:49
New Pinda
Really good complete in
few lines.age doesn't
matter it's heart that does.
Love lines
Think about her passions,gold and
diamond rings
Do they cure like a drug,the pain
living brings?
I like cheap shop and
bit of fashion glass
too? Peace.
julie cavalcader x (:-
pinda | August 15, 2009 - 21:08
Age doesn't matter, very true, Nowerdays many couples getting married forget this.
threeleafshamrock | August 15, 2009 - 22:13
Very nice Pin; there is more than one side to you mate. I like this a lot.
pinda | August 15, 2009 - 22:37
Thank you Chris, appreciate it very much
Beeme | August 16, 2009 - 20:46
A lovely poem, Pinda. I really enjoyed the read.
I especially liked these lines;
'Touch your skin, it's bleak and glacial.
Touch your heart, it's affectionate and sincere'
Just beautiful :-)
Beeme xx