(04 October 1943 / Germany)

.....When I'M Sixty-Four?

I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?

I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?

I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?

I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with love
and tenderness.
And would you mind
to save your smile
when I am sleeping
for morning glory?

I hope your lips
will always be
just waiting,
for kisses that
sing songs
of love for me.
And if I hurry
out the door
still chewing brekkie,
I hope you'll
want to:
look into my eyes,
talk into my ears,
hold my calloused hands
and kiss me
'til I melt.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (38)

I hope your hand will always be there to write poetry
Somewhat corny and boring. The lack of solid images hurts this verse. It really does sound like sentiment you would find in a Hallmark card.
Lovely and very romantic. Thanks for sharing.
Love is my favourite topic to write about. This one made my heart do a little dance. Sweet and lovely: ^)
ohhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! such a delightful and sweet love poem.............
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