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
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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
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Comments8
What a lovely write to her. Enjoyed.
Thank you H
I was just the conduit
she's the magic
Andrew
Your welcome
Beautiful - could have been written about my wife - super work Andrew.
Where would we be without them Michael?
Thank you
Andrew
A fine write Andrew. The 'ball and chain'?! heehee.
Oh... O
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Sweetly romantic. Love is magnified when it's appreciated and reciprocated. Wonderful post Andrew.
Thank you S
And thnks for the read
Andrew
Wonderful write Andrew. Your life is obviously full of love and joy, as mine has been for many many years.
We are belssed G
There are so many unhappy souls we must count ourselves very lucky
what a terrifically touching and tender reminder of what true love can be like ... so damn good and on so many darn levels......................Neville
Why thank you... That one was from the lovely pen, I still hae that one
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