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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Fifty Years Fifty years of wedded bliss,
Memories of that perfect kiss
Looking back, what do I see?
Silent moments, you and me.
It started when you took my hand,
Slipping on a wedding band.
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
Your calloused hand upon my face.
Long and lean your fingers in mine
Gentle yet firm, they intertwine
Decades pass; that's how it goes
Yet this love will never slow
Your finger moves across my skin
Moving upward toward my chin
You rest your palm upon my cheek
The warm caress it makes me weak
Your perfect smile, my saving grace
As your hand touches my face
Word Count: 106
Line Count: 18
Written for "Write from the Heart Poetry Contest"  by Purple Holiday Givings 
Prompt: They might have aged 50 years, but when they held yours, those hands felt exactly like they did the first time. |
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