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  • If they wanted personal, I could have gave this

    What passions left in weathered hands
    In the lines upon their face
    What is it, that is not said
    That young love can’t replace


    The fire that once burned strong
    In the heat of there embrace
    Enticements slow sweet song
    Enveloped in soft lace


    It doesn’t seem that long ago
    Lingering, sensuous, memory
    Fireplace burning, lights down low
    Love aged in perfect harmony


    He reaches out to stroke her hair
    Her soft lips caress his cheek
    They find the need to show the care
    Both desire but neither speaks


    She sidles up beside him
    Finds comfort by his side
    All about the understanding
    Reach for that TV guide
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