OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
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Sunday, April 24, 2022
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Friday, September 10, 2021
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Saturday, April 17, 2021
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Monday, June 15, 2020
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
OLDER LOVE
OLDER LOVE
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
for Paul
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 2001
Come to me in the moonlit night,
your strong, warm hands
touch me,
caressing,
holding me right.
No longer young,
our energy not what it was,
we make up for it in sure, slow love.
Each day, love growing stronger, surer,
more intense,
with less pretense,
than when we were younger.
We know each other's bodies,
trust them,
see the scars and find them
somehow soothing,
comforting,
with a shared history that they reveal.
The only thing we'd change,
given a magic wand,
would be to have met sooner,
giving ourselves more time
to love
touch
hold
kiss......
So, come to me in the moonlit night......
This was written on May 18, 2001 for a loved-one. It is part of a book titled Working Class Poems which will soon be looking for a publisher.
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