Love Poems

Letters Yellowed with Age

Wrinkled hands, trembling and spotted with age,

Hold letters yellowed and fragile, brittle and torn.

Fingers touch the memories found on each page

Of the man who wrote the words now so worn.

The woman stands beside a sterile bed

Watching the nearly empty shell lying there.

She touches his hand, so yellowed with age,

Like love letters written when they still could share.

Silent tears leave streaks down her crepe-thin cheeks

As she sighs, whispers, "I remember your touch.

Do you know how much Musical Snowglobes miss your embrace?

I pray you'll return since I miss you so much."

Nothing does he say: his quietness complete.

She turns from him trapped as if in a cage,

No hugs to comfort her, just remains of

The memories from letters yellowed with age.

Color Our Love

I search back over the past,

Noticing the hues of love

That sprinkle through events

That included pain and joy.

Warmth of your arms curled

Around me through ageless decades,

Leaving a glow that lingers still

After more than forty years.

Tints of pain gave texture

To the happiness we knew,

Shadings that brought forth

Brightness of the gladness.

Would I trade this portrait

Of love that shaped my life

With primary colors that radiated

For one tinged with nothing?

No, I'll keep our rainbow

Even though it signals

A storm passed through

Not long before it appeared.

To Robert

Life comes to an end for us all,

And I thought I was prepared;

I'm not, as I found out one night,

To see him answer his final call.

The ache in my heart was severe

As I watched him suffer and weaker grow.

So I decided to keep a journal

To honor the man I love and revere.

We've faced so much over the years,

Together, side by side as one.

The laughter, the joy, the giving

Were more important than the tears.

Yet the tears watered and fed

Our lives, melding us tighter

Into the combined force we've become

Along the rocky road we've been led.

To Robert, my life, my love,

I dedicate these words I write

To honor and remember our life

Until the time I'm left here alone.

Song of Love

A song of love I hear

In the whisper of the wind

Ruffling the leaves and sending

Them dancing through my dreams.

A song of love I see

In the bright face of sun-down,

Glowing in the golden clouds

Mirrored in my mind.

A song of love I taste

In the sweet drops of rain

Sliding down the windowpane,

Cleansing doubts from my memory.

A song of love I feel

In the softness of a touch

Reaching into the depths of me,

Leaving a part of him.

Dreams of Loving

Dreaming -

When young, my dreams

Brought thoughts of happiness,

Being a princess with a knight

On a black horse, I preferred black, not white,

Coming to carry me away

Because he fell in love

With my beauty.

Dreaming.

Hoping -

When some years passed,

Maybe the horse could leave.

As long as the handsome knight came,

I could still be happy with the results.

My knight would come for me alone,

The part of me that kept

Dreaming of love,

Hoping.

At last

My dream came true.

Not actually tall,

But he had ridden a black horse.

Importantly, he loved me, only me.

No one else could capture his heart.

He thought me a beauty.

Love came to me,

At last.

Loving -

This knight of mine

In his tarnished armor

Sees me through the eyes of love each day,

Never noticing the sags or wrinkles

That mar any lasting beauty

Which I may still possess.

Indeed, we keep

Loving.

This poetry is copyrighted by Vivian Gilbert Zabel

After teaching composition for years and becoming an author on http://www.Writing.Com/ a site for Poetry, Vivian Gilbert Zabel produced Hidden Lies and Other Stores, Walking the Earth, The Base Stealers Club, and Case of the Missing Coach, found on Amazon.com.