a couple making up after a quarrel
True blue alpine Forget me not
O winter too cruel to thaw the ice, he says.
We sit with our hands spread over fireplace,
Eyes meet, cool vibes, sparks rise from logs.
His words swallowed by quarrelsome street dogs.
Reaching out he puts his warm hand over mine,
O why, o why are we being so juvenile?
Been married for decades, he sheepishly smiles.
I too wanted to get rid of the baggage and travel light.
Let’s leave it to the hot months of summer.
Clothes are soaked, skin with sweat covered.
His way with words even today makes me laugh,
He heaves a sigh, eyes bright and says ‘Oh at last…’
Hands me cognac, with mint sprig and orange slice.
Sips his scotch topped with lots of cubes of ice.
Puts his arm around me; my cheeks feel hot.
Why did I think of true blue alpine forget me not?
True Blue Alpine is a flower that grows in spring.
Love is such ! More than the love we share, it's the making up after a quarrel with my sweetheart that I enjoy! Men get real soft at that time... And lol! I love the relief that spreads on his face when I wipe off my tears... After that, we have the best love ever! Nice poem that everyone can relate to! Thanks for sharing!
I love the honesty of this heartfelt poem and the message brought forth so beautifully from the True Blue Alpine forget me not. I feel as if I am there with you and loved "his words swallowed by quarrelsome street dogs". The last stanza is my favorite as the drinks sound divine. Such an enjoyable poem!
old may be gold...old love is diamond!