winter of our love and in the winter of our love stroke these weathered hands feel the folds of life in my heart kiss the worry lines on my forehead caress the ancient joints that held our joys and our pains through the journey of our lives and in the winter of our love count the unhurried days of love that marked the moments of our union ease each labored breath through these aged lungs touch the withered memories that remain in my mind grasp the last few days of our love with your wise heart and in the winter of our love sing the songs of our youth the ones that meld with the days of our love enumerate the ways that I have loved you consider the passion we spent with each heartbeat as our time fades, remember the worn path we've traversed in the winter of our love © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Try more love poems here.
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