Forget your dancing shoes.
Remember your walking stick.
Lasting love is a daily walk
where the talk of commitment
makes steady progress
toward the destination of a lifetime.
It’s an adventure trek into tomorrow
where the surprises you encounter
beyond the bend
are both a shared and priceless prize.
It’s a hike on a mountain path
that encompasses breathtaking vistas,
valleys of disappointment
and fog-shrouded plateaus
where companionship
doubles your joy
and divides your sorrow.
It’s a slow-motion shuffle
when, as an elderly couple,
you hold hands
(having held true to your word)
and whisper to each other,
“After all these years I still do!”
It’s a lonely stroll
down a quiet corridor
that leads you to a certain room
where one connected to monitors and tubes
still recognizes your voice
and smiles as you ask,
“Will you be my valentine?”
Don't settle for the fleeting dance of romance.
Make your relationship a walk to remember.
by Greg Asimakoupoulos
Remember your walking stick.
Lasting love is a daily walk
where the talk of commitment
makes steady progress
toward the destination of a lifetime.
It’s an adventure trek into tomorrow
where the surprises you encounter
beyond the bend
are both a shared and priceless prize.
It’s a hike on a mountain path
that encompasses breathtaking vistas,
valleys of disappointment
and fog-shrouded plateaus
where companionship
doubles your joy
and divides your sorrow.
It’s a slow-motion shuffle
when, as an elderly couple,
you hold hands
(having held true to your word)
and whisper to each other,
“After all these years I still do!”
It’s a lonely stroll
down a quiet corridor
that leads you to a certain room
where one connected to monitors and tubes
still recognizes your voice
and smiles as you ask,
“Will you be my valentine?”
Don't settle for the fleeting dance of romance.
Make your relationship a walk to remember.
by Greg Asimakoupoulos
6 comments:
Sherri,
For some reason I can not comment on your posts. I think it is something to do with my computer, but I can not figure it out.
I do not see an email link for you so this was the only way I could get in touch.
Love photo and poetry. We're all getting to that phase of our lives pretty quickly! Each year seems to go by faster than the last.
Beautiful words to live by. Am passing this on to many.......hope you don't mind.
The Hobbit,
I felt the same way - too good to keep to myself.
Love the photo and words. Thank you for sharing.
I emailed you. Did you get it?
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