You...

Andrew Charles Forrest

You...

 

Precious is fragile, so hard to keep perfect

Petals on flowers untouched by the sun

Crisp linen table cloth snow on the mountains

Clean clothes on children before all the fun

Four in the morning before the world wakens

The sun of my face, before it can burn

Night-times and moonshine and talking ‘til morning

and kissing your lips that kiss back and in turn

 

You make my world wondrous, you blessed us our family

You make me a poet just thinking of you...

I never knew ‘forever’ existed ’til lately

I never knew the strength of the two words “I do”

Fragile is precious, so hard to keep perfect

Life’s like a clock that we cannot re-wind

Oh we stretch it and bend it with comings and goings

But I’m ever thankful that we shared our time

  • Author: Andrew Charles Forrest (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2018 04:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: To my world... My Margie she made my life when she became my wife and it just gets better and better being with you every day my darling
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 19
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  • Heartwriter

    What a lovely write to her. Enjoyed.

  • Michael Edwards

    Beautiful - could have been written about my wife - super work Andrew.

  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Where would we be without them Michael?
    Thank you
    Andrew

  • orchidee

    A fine write Andrew. The 'ball and chain'?! heehee.

  • SLR

    Sweetly romantic. Love is magnified when it's appreciated and reciprocated. Wonderful post Andrew.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write Andrew. Your life is obviously full of love and joy, as mine has been for many many years.

    • Andrew Charles Forrest

      We are belssed G
      There are so many unhappy souls we must count ourselves very lucky

    • Neville

      what a terrifically touching and tender reminder of what true love can be like ... so damn good and on so many darn levels......................Neville

    • Andrew Charles Forrest

      Why thank you... That one was from the lovely pen, I still hae that one



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