It Never Gets Old

By Dynamaso

Fri, 27 May 2011
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The way you tease
then smile away my hurt.

The thrill I feel
when you start to flirt.

The way you laugh
at my stupid humour.

Your lack of tolerance
for gossip and rumour.

The taste of peaches
on your apricot lips.

A ghostly touch
of your finger tips.

The way you scream
when I give you a fright.

Those glances you give
that make me feel tight.

I could never give you up;
this world would grow cold.

And while we age every single day,
what we have never gets old.

Certificate U
Poetry & Song Lyrics
Love

Comments

Submitted by SteveM on
Hi Mark, Just caught up with your latest. Particularly like this one. I don't know how you manage to write so many good pieces. Great stuff, keep at it. Steve

SteveM

Submitted by maisie on
hi mark, loved this bit... "The taste of peaches on your apricot lips." thanks

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Highhat on
Lovely poem Mark- so romantic. small typo- last line get without the s atb ;)Pia

Submitted by zozo375 on
this is such a good poem zozo375

zozo375

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I really like this dynamaso. In the final line, you'll either have to delete "will" or the "s" off the end of gets

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Steve, thanks again for your support. I don't think I could stop even if I tried.

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Maisie, thanks very much. Glad you liked this one. Pia, thanks for pointing out the error. I've corrected it now. zozo375, thanks very much for reading and commenting. Poncey, thanks to you too for pointing out the mistake. Glad you liked this.

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
A lovely poem, lyrical and romantic.

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Maggy, thanks very much :)

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Maggy, thanks very much :)