by
rgpage

you live in a world which you don’t know
sheltered by your host’s resolve,
to keep a place of love’s warm glow
where all ‘round you revolves.

like a pedestal queen you’re held on high
in a world all of my own.
a world of warmth for you and i
and love you have never known.

this is the way this world must be,
a world of love’s perfect touch;
for reality holds another for me
whom i love and care for as much.

a woman who gave of her body and soul
and youth in good times and sad.
the one that i love yet cannot protect
when human frailties turn bad.

(yes) safe in this place of soft flowing grace
from realities out stretched hands,
never to want from life’s hectic pace
nor cry from hope’s ill-fated plans.

to my wife i give of my life
all that i humanly can.
now age and life’s strain have claimed their
fare share, leaving little with which to plan.

yet returning to you in most private of time
free from life’s flesh grinding grip.
naked and young we caress and arouse
and share in young love’s perfect trip.

my hope is you’ll read this humblest of script
for there is no more i can do;
to tell you aloud would dash our whole world
and more over mean losing you.