Love Is In The Air

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He was old and he was lonely
away past his prime in years
his body racked and ruined
by the nightmares and the fears.

The seasons had left their stamp
upon his weathered face
but sun and wind could not remove
his stature nor his grace.

His eyes retained the sparkle
of forty years ago
his voice held the gentleness
of softly falling snow.

She was young and nubile
with the world beneath her feet
everything a new adventure
she rushed headlong, to greet.

Pixie like as she poses
fairy like as she flies
forever chasing
the world's elusive butterflies.

Skin as smooth as pebbles
eyes as bright as stars
hair of raven tresses
with a heart devoid of scars.

In a downtown bar on Lonely Street
he sat, Jack Daniels between his hands
watching as the world passed him by
listening to old country rock bands.

She siddled up, sat beside him
long legs wrapped 'round a stool
quietly she sat there
watching the fellas playing pool.

She turned and gazed up at him
youth's innocence in her eyes
he returned her gaze quite openly
his face showing no surprise.

She reached out and placed her hand
laying it gently over his
the questions were in her eyes
the answers were within his.

There was no need for talking
the affinity was there
the electric feelings that one gets
when you know someone cares.

Her smile it was engaging
a smile no one could resist
bringing light unto his face
on her hand he placed a kiss.

There'd be plenty of tomorrows
and yesterdays would soon be forgot
for today was to be their day
timeless hands upon the clock.

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They left the bar together
the old man and the girl
into the autumn's sunlight
and the breeze's gentle swirl.

Hand in hand they walked the dusty street
her head leaning against his arm
his hat askew upon his head
on his boots, the muck from the farm.

His broad shoulders did not stoop
nor did his step show sign of falter
and she ably kept in stride
their pace it did not alter.

She had searched for him and found him
this late mild autumn day
after many seemingly hopeless months
luck had finally came her way.

He was her long lost Daddy
she the daughter of a casual love affair
and her mother had always told her
he was tall, he was handsome and fair.

So on this happy ending
with you I've been able to share
the tale of a young and old love
of a love, that's in the air.


Sammy
samart@slingshot.co.nz

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