Distinguished Gentleman

“I love that little touch of gray,”

Her eyes would speak much more than words.

Her pouty lips would curl to kiss,

“You know, I gave you every one.”

And as she ran her fingers through the

Thinning curls, her eyes’ embrace

Was more than meager tenderness.

It was our song, as yet unsung.

 

She, my humble lady fair,

Aware of all my faults and flaws,

My better equal in all tasks,

My conscience when decisions weigh.

And I, her knight in dusty armor,

Laying roses at her feet,

Praying that tomorrow grants this

Happiness for one more day.

 

Bold distinguished gentleman that I

Aspire to always be,

Smoldering embers in my heart

Keep her in my memory.