Fay Slimm.

Chance.

 

Chance.

 

Pasts were forgotten,
no more were they strangers
to each other, yet
unknown then to themselves 
change held awe      
    in the shape of desires begun      
for outside of norm 
        age must relate to renewal.          
Senses felt numb
until both realized kindly fate
meant to open love's
    gate so two might make one.       
Beyond time's fixed
awareness begins destiny's
chance for romance
and there duo-maturity sat
agasp at reality.

Comments8

  • Joe Dawson

    Yes, Fay, I believe maturity often does sit agasp at the temerity of love. Wot! 75 and out holding hands … Joe

  • Fay Slimm.

    Never too late Joe eh ? - - Glad you enjoyed the read.

  • dusk arising

    Age brings knowledge, so when certain feelings are aroused, we know what's going on inside us. In later years a loving bond would be so precious. Holding hands.... just the tip of the iceberg so to speak.

    The thought of relaxing into a super-mature loving relationship has a very comfortable warmth for me. Needless to say your words kindled it.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Agree wholeheartedly my friend - - something special about later years when love calls eh ? Pleased you enjoyed the read.

    • Jane Frye

      You strung this poem so beautifully.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Ah - great that you dropped by Jane and thank you for your lovely comment.

      • orchidee

        A fine write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thank you my friend.

        • Claudelle DeLuna

          Well penned, Fay
          yes indeed it's currently happening
          to my aunt at 60+ never seen her as happy as she is now...
          Stay well 💖
          *C✌

          • Fay Slimm.

            Wonderful that you have an example of the poem's message Claudelle -- wishing you aunt much joy in her new yet mature relationship - she would relate to the words in Chance.

          • Neville

            This put a smile on this old fella’s face... there’s hope for me yet it seems..... maybe 😎💕

            Neville

            • Fay Slimm.

              Hope lives eternal in romantic hearts Nev - and yours is most certainly made in that mold - - here's smilin' with you for fate's gate may open yet............................. Fay.

            • Goldfinch60

              That destiny will take me back to my lover so that we can go forward to eternity.
              Wonderful words Fay.

              Andy



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