So Time I thread through <br />the needle eye <br />and stretch it like taffy <br />across my life, <br /> <br />and weave it like a tapestry. <br /> <br />You are embroidered there; <br />major needle work here <br />and your smile <br />beams on my quilt <br />which <br />covers me in sleep. <br /> <br />So it is the little things- <br />which like statuettes <br />parade across <br />my double mirror dresser; <br /> <br />mementos <br />I guess <br />but more to me like monuments; <br />your friendship ring; <br />the tennis bracelet, <br />the prom corsage <br />and of course the photographs. <br /> <br />I see the nightclub print, <br />the holiday scene <br />and, of course, our oldest's <br />graduation. <br /> <br />You know <br />we too <br />are each other's memories <br />of times past <br />and our youthful youth; <br /> <br />when you, <br />the Handsome You <br />and I a Beauty <br />wallowed in the unconsciousness <br />youthfulness enjoys <br />oblivious to their own <br />beauty <br />or maybe not. <br /> <br />But nonetheless <br />nothing's changed inside of us <br />I'm still nineteen <br />in my own <br />minds eye <br />and wonderfully <br />also in yours. <br /> <br />That is to me <br />is the miracle. <br /> <br />Nothing changes <br />from Beauty's Eye <br />and in the eye <br />of one's <br />For Keeps <br />Lover.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-keeps-lover/
