THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER It took a long time and a great deal of thought, I couldnt believe I had lost what I sought. I should have forgotten, moved on and known better, But I sat down and wrote her the oldest love letter. It spanned many years - no, a lie I have told: Perhaps it.... Im vague or perhaps I am old. But always remembered how sharp that I fell, For her green eyes, her kisses, the thrill of her spell. And so I am writing the oldest love letter, Whilst hoping the years will be treating her better; As sharp and in focus as memories of you, I love you as then and you know that I do. The oldest love letter is proud in defeat. It mellows, (no anger) .... just bitter and sweet. A brooding nostalgia with wisdom to taste, To soften the promise of young love laid waste. Forgotten the hard words that brought us to anger; The years pass much quicker; I dwell and I linger, But you know why Im writing this oldest love letter, For youth was the lover who couldnt forget her. I am pinned to my cross by a memory old, Haunted through life by a love that grew cold, Recapturing moments when love reigned supreme. But this oldest love letter rekindles my dream. By Michael Walsh https://youtube/watch?v=lK0MYmNsTaA
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 18:55:23 +0000
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