Turtledoves
they walk along together,
a couple holding hands
and never caring whether
the sight of them demands
reponses less than seemly:
a point,a laugh,a stare.
her hazel eyes are dreamy;
he loses himself there.
time melts away,revealing
a boy and girl in love.
with poplars for a ceiling,
heralded by doves,
they stroll the cobbled pathway,
a golden life ahead.
the vision fades,its today,
and standing there instead,
forever by his side,
is the women he adores.
he cherishes his bride
more deeply than before
in spite of all the creases,
the creaks and silver strands.
he knows nothing but peace as
they wonder,holding hands.
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