One thousand kisses each morning,
a thousand more every night,
ten thousand more in between,
fulfill our days delight.
One thousand thoughts about her,
a thousand dreams I’ve known,
ten thousand days or more,
we’ll never be alone.
“I love you” a thousand times spoken,
thousands more I’ve heard,
infinity is our goal,
any less is simply absurd.
Life is for the tasting.
Time is not for wasting.
Joy is what is found.
When tomorrow’s we are bound.
Escape the path of wrath.
The proof is in the math.
The more love that you share,
the more you are aware.
The more things that you see,
the more you’ll feel free.
The more things that you feel,
the more your life is real.
Though hardships get us down,
the winners wear the crown.
They toast the end of day,
tasting dreams there to stay.
It seems like only yesterday when time was on my side.
The future was ahead with opportunities far and wide.
The world, it seems, my oyster with all its slime and goo.
The pearls were for my plucking; now they are but few.
My words no longer flow and little seems to please.
Perhaps it’s just boredom or my mind is now at ease.
Age may be the culprit; it seems to fit the bill.
Birthdays cause reflection as they always will.
The image that is seen may not be what it seems.
Tomorrow I’ll be younger, but only in my dreams.
Today I watched the sunrise, it seems, a perfect day.
I think I’ll wake my love and kiss these blues away.
Each step a step for us to rise,
to see our peaks we are wise.
To trip and fall’s our shared fate.
To try again is to never wait.
To lend a hand or push and take,
the view’s the choice for us to make.
The time we spend returned in kind.
The love we give gives peace of mind.
The love we’re given’s without whys,
each step a step we did rise.