 At Last Long Ago The words of a phenomenal mate he was wise had beckoned the love light glowing in my eyes The sound of his voice, so masculine and sweet The trail of his clothing that fell quickly by his feet The atmosphere that moved us to joy or to tears In the love of our youthfulness in long ago years Our home nestled by colorful flowers and tall trees with white Doves and owls singing close by the sea His face I cherished when love thoughts I sought The embrace of his arms will never be forgot My Mate who lay dying and never could know I loved him at the last, as I loved him long ago Peggy 9-18-07 |
