Like icicles in love with the sun,
I sparkle with electric longing
Melt to your touch
Become watery yearning
That falls fast
Into my very need of you.
Love this poem, and the title of your blog–I’m so happy for you…and you make me hope just a little, even though I’m WAY past youth and beauty and romantic dreams…
Sweetie, I’m 61 and he’s 72. It is NEVER too late to live happily ever after. Honest.
You’re an angel–I’ll be 64 in Sept, so I’ll keep a look-out for my Knight in tarnished Armor 🙂 God bless you and yours!
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