I was thinking of Valentines day, when I wrote this as being more true for some of us.

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Enduring Love

Woman, while you lie beside me,
comfortable in my arms;
our older bodies know a gentler love,
the kind that can take its time.

Every day counts as a blessing,
and we know that less is more,
let’s then live and love each other,
in the remnants of our measured time.

Seeing you through the eyes of love,
I see the girl that’s always there,
and while time may trap us in memory,
the past is past – there is only here;

Until one of us is left behind,
when time itself will close the door,
one side of which will be the one bereft,
a continuance of life in memories left.

My dear the night is passing,
and the dawn is drawing near;
so, sleep on safe in my arms,
until the light becomes clear.

© D G Moody 2026




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Written on 2026-02-16 at 17:43

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Really well written romantic poem. And honest too in its approach to the subject of advancing years. Definitely deserves accolade. It gets ten from me. Blessings, Allen
2026-02-16