I hope your hands <br />will always be for <br />me to hold. <br />And, if they are <br />a trifle sweaty, <br />would you mind <br />to overlook <br />this sign of <br />rampant joy? <br /> <br />I hope your eyes <br />will always be for <br />me to love. <br />And, if they shed <br />a few shy tears, <br />so would you mind <br /> I kissed them all away? <br /> <br />I hope your ears <br />will always be for <br />my own words. <br />And if they're sparse <br />at times or casual <br />would you mind <br />me whispering <br />sweet nothings - <br />all day and night? <br /> <br />I hope your smile <br />will always be <br />just waiting <br />to shine on me <br />with love <br />and tenderness. <br />And would you mind <br />to save your smile <br />when I am sleeping <br />for morning glory? <br /> <br />I hope your lips <br />will always be <br />just waiting, <br />for kisses that <br />sing songs <br />of love for me. <br />And if I hurry <br />out the door <br />still chewing brekkie, <br />I hope you'll <br />want to: <br />look into my eyes, <br />talk into my ears, <br />hold my calloused hands <br />and kiss me <br />'til I melt.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-m-sixty-four/
