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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.

your little life  words you've written on the page explain the deeds you did today descriptions of the life you lead how you love, how you bleed verbs and nouns now crowd the lines pointing to the life's warning signs of where to go and what to do you do the things that make you you phrases phrased reflect your mind show the inner heart defined emotions spilled in little pools joy and tears for friends and fools adjectives that make their mark in the light and in the dark mirror what you wish you had taking all the good with bad  ten thousand words may fill your book with poetic license that you took to make your little life look big will any other give a fig? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ If you like this poem, try this one:  inhale deep !

heart Power The beauteous innocence of a life unspoiled; a loving family shelter with peace unroiled. Smiling laughter fills each luminous face. Protected splendor yields personal grace. The shattered wound of childhood lost. Broken homes carry enormous cost. The streaming sadness of flowing tears, leaves scattered lives, forgotten years. A heart that nurtures a growing seed, can save a life that's become a weed. Caring words build a beautiful life, hurtful ones lead to generations of strife Use your power to shield and heal. Construct a haven in the commonweal. Break the endless chain of fear. Salve the wounds; dry the tears. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  pogurì via Flickr Creative Commons

she sailed through her dreams she sailed through her dreams as if life was what she lived during beatific sleep she dreamed her life was full of sunshine and fields of flowing, glowing beauty she sailed through her dreams the days were long and filled with smiles and songs of joyful, dervish dancing she sailed through her dreams the nights were filled with shining moonlight and sparkling, spinning stars she sailed through her dreams the paths she walked were filled with friends and peaceful, pensive pleasures she sailed through her dreams the ways she followed were filled with love and romantic, impassioned kisses she sailed through her dreams the plans she made were filled with hope and a grateful, thankful future she sailed through her dreams as if life was what she lived during beatific sleep she lived her life as if her dreams were real © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Albert Ritzber...

Take a Walk With Me Slip your hand in mine and let us follow the path to where it may lead. Nestle close as we meander down the grassy avenue, here and there. Stroke my fingers, softly, as we take in the sights on our joyful journey. Brush your silken skin against my arm, as you pull close, while we walk. Whisper gently the ways you love me, as we stroll in the summer sun. Let your soft voice lull me, as we saunter, slowly beneath the shady trees. Speak tender words to me as we amble through the lush, verdant vale. Say my name, slowly, as we promenade along the stream as it flows, nearby. Pause with me, to reflect on the treasured moments we share on this blessed path. Reminisce with me, about how we met, how we fell into this love in which we glory. Reflect with me, on the pleasures we partake of each moment we are joined, in gladness. Linger with me longer, on this sweet journey we have chosen to spend forever, together. © 20...

edge of reality reaching  for the apex of life,  gnarled hands grasp  at the edge of reality.  fingernails tear  at the ragged rim.  furrowed ruts marked by digits  of former seekers  are clear, some deep.  many realize  that life's summit  is reached  at great cost.  reached,  not by many  but sought by all.  at the edge  of reality  varied journeyers  loiter,  gazing upward.  the light of reality  peers  downward;  the pilgrims  shield their eyes,  fearfully. the apex of life remains at the edge of reality. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image By:  via http://commons.wikimedia.org/

old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted:  By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

Bleak Journey Pleasures sought have gone unfound, hopes and wishes, gone aground. Fears are found with full impression, horrors wound in straight succession. Daylight's darkness dims the light, waking moments seem like night. Danger's doom has come today, fated failures claim their way. Life regression carries clues, clashing rhythms stuck like glue. Waking moments seem like sleep, seconds ticking make one weep. Winding stairways, like a maze, Simple Simon states a phrase. Simon Says, "Watch your feet!" Stairways trip you in defeat. Seconds tick, seem like hours, fruitless efforts, loss of powers. Waiting for the final act, no one leaves this life intact. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Kirinwizard from Wikimedia Commons