We are the purveyors of time,
Travelling backwards in our own minds.
The days our lives accidentally crossed,
Love was found never lost.
When we married they said it wouldn't last,
But you are my future my present and past.
Thought I'd be the one left upon the shelf,
I love you more than life itself.
If being in love was automatically a crime,
Then for you I'd gladly do the time.
For loving you I would never quibble,
After 51 years we still stop to have a nibble.
So there you have it through and through,
If you were a flower I'd always pick you.
What ever our past there's nothing amiss,
We still stop for a cuddle and we still kiss.
Sleeping together is never that boring,
I know we're alive when you wake
Me up snoring.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-05-20 at 01:44
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