Poem for St Valentine's Day
If we had met when we were young
- and yet, we lived and loved,
Enjoyed the things we did
the friends we were among -
We could have held hands, touched,
As we do now and warmed
To all the hidden thoughts
And tenderness that formed
In such a short sweet time. Not lost!
Though innocence has fled
and youth did disappear,
But nothing did it cost.
For now I am repaid
One hundredfold and blessed
With overwhelming joy,
By loving arms caressed.
No yearning now for years long spent,
On other joys or bliss
that came and went with time.
for this love were we meant.
And age will just enhance
This pleasure which is ours.
Pray, may we dwell awhile
The wonder ever flowers.
Les Pearce
Eastwood Road