Love poem for us old marrieds
‘Second Honeymoon’
The blue that startled his heart has faded:
blue-grey like denim now her eyes by candlelight
across the table – and he knows the fingerprints
of time are on him, too, though candle’s bloom
is less truthful than the unrelenting sun.
He knows them both to be weathered in the cascade
of the years, beyond redress – still, his hand
which has crept without volition over the linen
to clasp hers, touches, not the flesh time mars,
but the undimmed radiance of her love, pulsing
stronger for the passage of the years since first
he touched her. His hand tightens over hers
in that familiar reflex which has saved him,
times beyond remembering, from drowning.
– Tony Scanlon
Wonderful poem! It truthfully and beautifully describes what love really is and how love should be. Love is a contradiction of permanence and change. Two people may grow old, yet love does not age and it never withers. Love remains the same and yet as a couple advance in age, their love, too, becomes richer and deeper in meaning. That is true love.
Comment by Sabrina — Thursday, October 6, 2005 @ 6:07 am