That first touch, first kiss
First I love you
Still exist
Somewhere in the archives
Of my soul.
And surely that was magic
Just as the weight of a
Newborn child in my arms
Is magic.
And sometimes I think
To myself, nobody else,
But you, I suppose
That it’d be a real shame
If all my magic has played out,
Gone to someone younger;
Someone who won’t realize what was afoot
Until wrinkles line their face and
Maybe then it’s too late.
But I tell myself, and you,
That is, those of you who understand,
Our days of magic are now
In the sunsets and warm embraces
Of a gentle love with whom
We’ve grown old.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Just beautiful! ❤️
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Thank you! I was having a pep talk with myself.
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Our days of magic are now in the sunsets…. OMG yeeeees! I love that line
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Thank you!!
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Beautiful thoughts well penned
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Thank you.
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Such a lovely poem, Leslie. These are the good old days right now. 🙂
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They really are. Thank you!
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Beautiful 💕
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Thank you!
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