want that happy ending.
a sweet hand to hold
as we grow old together,
one day when I'm 83,
want to turn a worn page
in our book,
paper curling and cover
imperfectly tattered
from all the life
we lived in our story
I'm a hopeless romantic. Any time I see a sweet older couple, I question if that kind of love has become lost for those of us that are from the younger generations. I picture finding someone kind who brings a positive and uplifting energy full of transparency. Does that exist anymore?