Thursday, 4 August 2016

Vieil Amour (Old Love)

Note to poem:
Reflecting on years gone by when young hearts experimented with romance. I remember in a hazy daze of pulling white petals from a daisy, saying with each petal,

* she loves me?….. she loves me not….. she loves me?
    elle m’aime? …  elle m’aime ne pas… elle m’aime?

* oui, elle a chanté  je t’aime, je t’aime.
   Yes, she sang, I love you, I love you

And then I got to thinking, why should only the young enjoy these pleasures?
Why not those who have shared long lives together?


Vieil Amour

*Elle m’aime? softly to his wife of thirty years wed
From gnarled fingers slipped a petal of soft rose red
And so serenely floating down to gently rest
On semi naked skin of crinkled velvet breast,
Her young beauty still lay within, on silken bed.

Elle m’aime ne pas, he whispered full of tenderness
Knowing each intimate want with confident caress
Soft music and fine wine with his charm she’s entranced
Oh to the song of his moist lips her nipple danced;
Elle m’aime? he said his voice full of romantic stress.

Elle m’aime? . . . Elle m’aime ne pas, . . . Elle m’aime?
Bathed in sunlight, petals of red and virgin white
*Oohh la la oui, elle a chanté  je t’aime, je t’aime.

Posted for Poets United mid week motif, the song of a single word

21 comments:

  1. Quite right! The aged can be just as romantic, just as sensual – just as loving.

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    1. Hello Rosemary, thank you for dropping by and leaving your kind thoughts. peace and light to you

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  2. A truly romantic piece, keeping love alive in stress torn days

    much love...

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    1. Thank you Gillena for your nice comment

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  3. This is even more beautiful to contemplate than young love. This man knows his wife's heart. So tender.

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    1. Very much appreciated Sherry, Thank you.

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  4. "*Oohh la la oui, elle a chanté je t’aime, je t’aime." what a lovely end to all anxieties :) beautiful...

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  5. Erm... I can see you are not a French man. How do I know this? Because a French man would never refer to his wife's breast as crinkled even if she were 100:)

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    1. Hi Rallentanda, you're right there, I'm not French and thank you for your comment, much appreciated as always.

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  6. LOVE! Unique and sensual song!

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  7. Typical romance with all the ingredients thrown in for the tale to tug at your heart.So lovely, Julian.

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    1. Hi Panchali, thank you for your kind thoughts. peace and light

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  8. Jeff t'aime-words not just for the young. Lovely write.

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