Sitting in the shade of a sycamore
And holding each other loosely,
A pair of lovers—
Smiling, laughing, talking—
End their day together.
Laying in a patch of mint
And locking their lips gently,
A pair of lovers—
Loving, touching, holding—
Start a life together.
Dipping their feet in a lazy river
And interlocking fingers,
A pair of lovers—
Watching, caring, protecting—
Guide a child together.
Dropping into the damp earth
And longing to touch once more,
A pair of lovers—
Silent, serene, aged—
Stare into eternity together.
—C.R.E.
I would really like to know what you guys think of this one, please. =)
ReplyDeleteI really like this one. c: Though... I'm confused why they started their life together laying in a patch of mint. Hahaha. Because I was thinking wedding.
ReplyDeleteAh. Not their life... A life. Literally. The thought--for me, at least-- is that the two are married from the beginning of the poem. =) That's why a child is talked about directly after they "...start a life together." Make sense?
ReplyDeleteAw. Haha. Yeah. I thought that might be it too. Alright. :P
ReplyDelete