Hand in hand, steamily slicked and probing,
Hot passionate lust and of urgent disrobing,
Of youthful impatience, groping and urging,
Of life´s sweet juices flowing freely, surging,
Love morphs into:
Hand in hand, soft, gentle, delicately ringed,
Now harnessed, stabled, love´s clipped wing,
Forever caressing, promising, and softly sighing,
Belonging to smiles, giving and kind complying,
Love morphs into:
Hand in hand, hard-worked, warm, cracked, red,
Duties, siring and the raising of those you´ve bred,
Love now spread wide, for more than only just one,
Shared now with wife, daughter and also with son,
Love morphs into:
Hand in hand, wrinkled, reassuring, tender and lined,
Our future, present and past, now all over and signed,
Tired, dry and dusty, but still together both you and I,
Our love has grown from passion and will never ever die,
Love has morphed, but is still here.
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