This old heart of mine ❤️

I speak of love as I picture romance whilst this old heart of mine pirouettes in prance..
Actually I cannot write what my mind does see.. tho I burn with embarrassment at silly old me..

A flight of fancy..we have all been there lost in our dreaminess that two hearts share.. when nothing else matters and time stands still..amidst the softness of the Autumn chill..Yes I speak of love as I write this poem and let my imagination wander far from home.. 

I am lying on a lilo on a beautiful barren beach.. yon hazy horizon is out of my reach.. but I taste saltiness on my lips and sift silky sand thru my finger tips..I feel the sun sizzle my skin.. love is like a melodious mandolin..Let me lust for love’s lost memories within this old heart’s treasuries..

When agilty and youth was on my side and this world was my oyster to be carefree and wild..I was just an innocent snip of a girl with my fluttering heart and my emotions in a whirl..Ah yes I can remember that feeling..when two hearts united with a pain that was appealing..