440 My Angel Feb.,2012

It’s easy!
I love an Angel.
For some God knows reason,
the Angel loves me to!
We’re in our late 60’s.
She’s passionate when I can,
compassionate when I can’t.
She can whenever she wants.
Cliches are true.
Second half of sentences
need not be said.
But we both know when
we want to go.
“Let’s stay for a second,
then we can run!”
There are never to many
“I love you”s spoken.
Yellow roses are a constant token.
And spoons in bed…
enough said.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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