An Old Love

An old love
always better
than a new love
old memories grow
fonder with the years
old love letters,
tarnished promises
everything looks better
as time grows golden,
What did we say,
do, promise each other?
passionate kisses,
warm embraces, sunrise
sunset, whole life plans
faded away,
Why did we break up?
mutually agreed on,
parted as friends
the odd Christmas Card
reading old love letters
the good ones, only

An old love
always better
like good wine, aged
with the vintage being
forgotten…

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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