Until I met you, there wasn’t us,
And love was just another word.
With you I plan, debate, discuss,
With you I’m shaken and I’m stirred.
I look at you and my heart sings,
There’s nothing we don’t do together,
We talk about a thousand things,
There’s no storm we cannot weather.
And yet I will not hold you back,
You know you’re precious but you’re free,
You know I’ll always cut you slack,
‘Cause you chose to grow old with me.
Grow Old With Me
10 Sunday Mar 2013
Posted in poetry
This is so beautiful. I think I will give a copy to my wife with her breakfast. Thank you. There is a long story in our lives that goes back over 20 years to when she discovered that I would not hold her back and she was always free. This poem covers my life with her exactly.
Thank you very much William. I am so thrilled that it holds meaning for you too…wish your wife well from me…
Very lovely poem and so true. Beautiful cadence.
Thank you Carol, sweet of you to say so.
Darling, you have taken my breath away with this, it’s so so beautiful I would like this framed and kept somewhere very special. Thank you so much. xxx
My darling, it is the way you make me feel…and always will be….
I like how this poem refers to your partner in life, but it can also refer to a long time friend. Perfect!
Thank you! I’m glad you like it…
Growing old together is a dream that more than 50% of us will never experience. Maybe some of us could just be old together.
It would be good, wouldn’t it?
So beautiful – I am going to post this on my Facebook fan page. We can all hope to grow old together with our loved ones, those of us who are fortunate enough to have them. I will dedicate this to my friend of 50 years who lost her mother a week ago.
Thank you Alana, on every count…
Beautiful poem and I love the photo of the roses.
Thank you Toni!
You made me cry, just a little tear, one sweet little tear.
Aah, Cairn! Xx