My fair lady,
Like wine in the cellar,
The longer the wait,
Gets better in taste.
When patience runs longer,
will that make love stronger?
Let time make it’s better judgement,
For we don’t know the meaning of this moment.
My dear lady,
We haven’t met each other,
But like wine gathering dust in the cellar,
The longer the wait,
It gets better in taste.
Love this.
Glad that you loved it.
fun word flow..
Thanks for sharing…
you’re welcome morning.
This is beautiful. I totally enjoyed it, thank you!!!
Happy gooseberry day!!!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/square-one/
glad you enjoyed it. Happy gooseberry day to you as well.
Lovely! Like fine wine we do get better!
Blessings
yes, exactly! still awaiting my lady wine 🙂
very similar to one i wrote a long time ago titled- the wine except mine is a haiku haha! here’s my entry: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/a-roar-to-mankind/
is that it? ill check your wine poem then as well.
Such a wonderful poem that I totally enjoyed
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/
thanks very much ann!
Love anticipated and dreamed of. You capture the feeling well in this. Nicely done!
My entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/
yes, that’s exactly what it is. 🙂
J. – loved the poem and you’re absolutely right, we’re better with a little dusty age on us, lol! Blessings, Terri
haha…about the dust thingy, it maybe so.:P
beautiful…
Thanks for sharing…
🙂
why thank you! Glad you liked it.