The Older Man

The Older Man

For most of my life for as long as I can remember,

I've always loved the older men...

Because with the younger men, I never seemed to win.

With age I found came the maturity that I needed.

And with his love my life was such a blessing that it was pretty much completed.

He would say there may be snow on the roof, but there's still plenty of fire in the furnace, and no less...

And boy when we made love, it always left me in a euphoric mess.

To live and love him, through out our days,

Became so natural to me, that it became part of my ways.

And loving him was always the very best part,

For you know he owned the biggest chunk of my heart.

To just have someone there who was content to just to sit and hold my hand,

Or to be wrapped so tightly in his arms, just because he can.

To receive the thought that it took of that one single white rose,

Amongst the other eleven red ones, was how special his love for me grows.

And as beautiful as the flowers that grows outside in it's parceled part,

Was almost as special as his love for me that grew in his heart.

Midi playing: Something Good (From The Sound of Music)