WHEN . . .
When lust has stepped aside for love
And zeal has lost its bite;
When age denies a wholesome life,
How else to snare delight?
When warmth becomes placidity
I’m apt to end the fight,
But memories of a life of love
Turn darkness into light.
For when our oneness has expired
And you are out of sight,
You still are here in memory
And I still hold you tight.
To my followers and to casual visitors to Roland’s Ragbag:
I shall not be publishing further poems or photographs this week.
Hopefully I will be back on-line with regular postings shortly afterwards.
Sketch & Verse by WHB . . . aka ROLAND ©