Dense Deodar Pine woods
I will never be young again
Fluttering reverberating
over
chasms of romance love
rousing simulating her
scintillating passions for me
again.
I will never be young again
Strolling up the green pastures
of dense Deodar Pine woods
in tandem with my perky love
she
surreptitiously spinning around
slipping into my arms
exhibiting her tantalizing charms
throwing ludicrous tantrums
tempting
me thus to her comfort warms.
I will never be young again
holding her hands
jouncing bouncing fruit orchards
to
join the gracious glistening giggling
women, girls boys wearing scarves
of all hues yellows, blacks, blues, reds
picking
apples, apricots , pears on garden beds.
blustery winds blew sweeping
the leaves and all knick knacks
we stand in huddled hug.
slipping my fingers through
her long tresses
patting her ruddy visage
with love borne kisses
I will never be young again
young again young again
to
mollify her blistering anger
again.
Yes a lovely romantic poem from the core of heart. The composition is young and beautiful.
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