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Jul 23, 2008
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His Many Fortunes (A love story)
His Many Fortunes
He looked upon her smiling face
When he asked her for her hand
And as she cried her happy tears
She asked what he wished in return
He replied with measured grace,
"The fortune of Ivory in your smile."
Five years later as each was there
Face to face in a celebration of love
She looked into his eyes
And asked what he'd received
He replied as he stroked her hair,
"This fortune of copper 'neath my hand."
Ten years had passed from the first scene
They were talking of the years gone by
And as she reached to take his hand
She asked him what more he wanted,
He replied looking into her eyes of green,
"That fortune of Jade within your eyes."
Twenty years had gone flying past,
They watched their last child leaving
As she held him close to her
She asked why he was so content,
He replied at long last,
"The fortune of immortality you've given to me."
Thirty years and still they were one
They sat and watched a Grandchild play
And as her hand brushed 'gainst his
She asked what he'd gained these many years,
He replied as her hair sparkled in the sunlight,
"A fortune in silver upon your head."
He looked upon her smiling face
When he asked her for her hand
And as she cried her happy tears
She asked what he wished in return
He replied with measured grace,
"The fortune of Ivory in your smile."
Five years later as each was there
Face to face in a celebration of love
She looked into his eyes
And asked what he'd received
He replied as he stroked her hair,
"This fortune of copper 'neath my hand."
Ten years had passed from the first scene
They were talking of the years gone by
And as she reached to take his hand
She asked him what more he wanted,
He replied looking into her eyes of green,
"That fortune of Jade within your eyes."
Twenty years had gone flying past,
They watched their last child leaving
As she held him close to her
She asked why he was so content,
He replied at long last,
"The fortune of immortality you've given to me."
Thirty years and still they were one
They sat and watched a Grandchild play
And as her hand brushed 'gainst his
She asked what he'd gained these many years,
He replied as her hair sparkled in the sunlight,
"A fortune in silver upon your head."
— Rett, Jul 23, 2008
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Critiques
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Great Love story
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you
DarkinAZ
17 years 10 months ago
I really love this,
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Mark my friend
tbeaudet
17 years 10 months ago
Absolutely Beautiful
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks on all counts
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Wow
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Barbara
infinite_dwarf
17 years 10 months ago
Rett
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you Jess
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Cears the air
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Yes
amalzamani
17 years 10 months ago
For Ever
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you!
poewriter58
17 years 10 months ago
Rett
DarkinAZ
17 years 10 months ago
Hey, Neo Mom!
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you Chrys
autumnphoenix
17 years 10 months ago
Wonderful
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Dana