Poem: A Better Young

A Better Young

A flash of shoulder from under the covers
in the first blush of morning,
and you forget your age,
discovering the wonder of her again,
this woman who made you young,
and a better young than when you actually were.

About this poem

I don’t think I will ever lose the magic of this woman I love. Love the second time around is a miracle.


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