FADED
I’m still a man and how I miss
the joy once shared in tight embrace
the warmth of loves first tender kiss.
Recalling how love used to be
oh how I yearn just one more time
to spend a night in ecstasy.
Once more our love I try to share
as once we did when we were young
the spark she knew no longer there.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not a self-indulgent poem but a situation I know many older folk face when the spark in a partner fades. Plus a quick sketch.
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Comments7
It's beautiful
Very good write.
A fine write and sketch. in me dafter moments, I'm known to swoon at anything remotely 'hot' or passionate! heehee. This might bring on a swoon! But seriously, I know what you mean.
Thanks for sharing MICHAEL ~ I notice that with some older folk ~ The spark has died. Love the VISUAL ~ the message it sends to me is: "Why don't we HORSE AROUND anymore ?" BRIAN
Longing soaks through every line in this look backward to more loving times - - such a compelling read Michael .
Great write
Thanks all for your kind words.
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