Old-Fashioned Love Poem
Rest your restlessness on me, silken hair;
though the years deface faces once so fair
and blur the smile that used to blush with charm,
gladly I hum, with you in my tired arm.
Here we drift with the tide of sleep till morn;
dawn shall heal our hurt, anew we’ll be born;
though wounded, scared and scarred so cruelly,
the one love of my life you’ll always be!
– Rom Naces
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