Old Love

“You are too gentle, ” she said,
As he kissed her on her head.
“You didn’t rip my clothes off
And throw me on the bed.
Where’s Rhett what’s-his-name
From ‘Gone With The Wind’?
For me you’re much too tame!”
Brown eyes twinkling, he gently said, and clear,
“Aren’t we too old for that, my dear?
Here, take my hand in yours and squeeze.
Now look me in the eye and say what comes to mind.”
“I love you,” she said, her voice like a song;
Then she bent her head to lips so gently strong.

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