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My old face..
As a boy I yearned for the sanctuary of a warm embrace
a tender kiss, a soft hand and a pretty face.
becoming a man I sought the ample bosum and a temple of pure chastity
to bear my children, mantle them from the cold and all adversity
As a traveller I sought the flavors of women and their sweetness remains today
from the folds of the silk sheets in their chambers I learned to love and play
my temples are gray and the world has changed and I recall what I regret
for all the endeavors and futile pursuits it is love that I have not found yet.
I have nothing to give but savor the tenderness and the warm embrace.
of the children and grandchildren that wait for my smile...and plant kisses upon my old face.
Last edited by fallang_jeff; Mar 15, 2005 at 07:59 PM.
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