I have to share this because it touches my heart so deeply.
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Their first touch at seventeen was in the park
And the moon was full
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was long and her eyes were blue
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Another touch at twenty-two on their wedding night
And the stars were bright
She was beautiful to him
And her hair smelled sweet and her lips were full
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
And then again at twenty-five when the baby came
And the sun was high
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was damp and her fingers shook
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Later on at fifty-four sitting on the porch
All the children gone
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was gray and her forehead lined
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Their last touch at eighty-five was by her bed
And the moon was full
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was thin and her eyes were closed
And her skin was cold
And she turned to him
And he knew that he knew what love was
After sixty eight years of laughter and tears
He knew that he knew what love was.
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Their first touch at seventeen was in the park
And the moon was full
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was long and her eyes were blue
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Another touch at twenty-two on their wedding night
And the stars were bright
She was beautiful to him
And her hair smelled sweet and her lips were full
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
And then again at twenty-five when the baby came
And the sun was high
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was damp and her fingers shook
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Later on at fifty-four sitting on the porch
All the children gone
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was gray and her forehead lined
And her skin was warm
And she turned to him
And he thought he knew what love was
Their last touch at eighty-five was by her bed
And the moon was full
She was beautiful to him
And her hair was thin and her eyes were closed
And her skin was cold
And she turned to him
And he knew that he knew what love was
After sixty eight years of laughter and tears
He knew that he knew what love was.
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Oh my! So beautiful! I have 'goose bumps.' Thank you so much for sharing this.
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Please may I copy this and put it in my blog? With a hat/tip to you, of course.
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Connie, this is lovely. Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWow. Amazing poem and so true. Did you write this? Thank you so much. Nancy
ReplyDeleteI heard this song before.... A male voice sang it... I had it in a cassette tape while serving a mission in Arizona in 1995. I lost the tape. Am looking for a copy of this song. Would you know who wrote and sang this song? I googled it and found it in your blog...
ReplyDeleteThis was on a cassette. The man who sang it first name was Gene... You can find it on ldsaudio.com on Lex de Azevedo album A Time To Love. The song The Last Touch, at cost of 99cent.
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