On this cold winter’s morn
We walk into town,
Hand in hand down the paths.
The sea of love that we have
Surrounds us as we walk.
Talking and laughing together,
Our life so wonderful.
We just do not know,
Do not know how it happened,
A widow and a widower
Becoming one again
After the losses in our lives.
They say that all love is different,
It certainly is for us,
So different from our lost loves,
But we accept it for what it is
And together we move forward,
Move forward into our beautiful life,
Our beautiful life together as one.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We just do not understand where this love we have for each other came from.
- Category: Love
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how lovely is that .. no need for an answer .. just deeply enjoy ..
Thank you Neville, we certainly do enjoy our life.
Andy
Yes - what Neville said..... 🙂
Thanks Orchi, much appreciated.
Andy
Fate it was always meant to be, no need to question this, enjoy every last minute you both were simply meant to be. Life has many twists and turns and with the grief then comes the happiness if you are very lucky and it is clear that you both are. 😊
Thank you for your wonderful words Teddy, yes we are very lucky.
Andy
All my most loyal and supportive wishes, Sir. No need to waste precious time writing about it, just stay with it and enjoy. Don't question: there are no answers. You are the envy of many, as these pages testify on a daily basis.
So all the very best, Andy
Thank you so much for your wonderfully kind words Dave, they are very much appreciated.
Andy
A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Tom, much appreciated.
Andy
What all of us crave. Such a beautiful write.
Much appreciated, thank you.
Andy
"I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth it?" - Richard Bach. Yes, for both of you it is definitely worth it. Beautiful write Andy. ☺️👍
It certainly is worth it AP, thank you.
Andy
Trying to capture love in words is like trying to capture a butterfly in a fishing net. Becoming lovers again is like being the caterpillar that changes to the butterfly, more beautiful than before. - Phil A.
So very true Phil, this love we have is so different and so powerful. Thank you.
Andy
What a wonderful and heartfelt write!!
Most kind Christina, thank you.
Andy
Beauty. Excellent
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
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