She rubs the ache from
my back, as the
morning sun
breaks through the
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a beautiful monument to yr wife. I hope you'll cherish her forever Bravo!
And she stays young, while I grow old...............this is the truth!
And she stays young, while I grow old..Indeed that is the way with poetry. As it is your wife, excellent metaphor for your love for poetry.5 Stars fullest! I have enjoyed this metaphorical poem tremendously