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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Forty Years Of Love


Writing Prompt from The Mag
First I saw your eyes
Then I saw the rest of you
Knew you were my life
Falling in love with
The feel of your denim
The tobacco smell
And the touch of your hands
Even now
The touch of denim
The smell of tobacco
Reminds me of real love.

25 comments:

rel said...

I love the aroma of tobacco smoke; pipe, cigar, and cigaret. I succumbed to it's allure for thirty three years until I realised that my life's essence was going up in smoke. 16 years ago.
rel

Mel said...

Happy Anniversary!

Forty Years, that's awesome, we are going on 32.

The Blog of Bee said...

Love it! The aroma of tobacco can be seductive. You captured your meeting beautifully and it`s lovely to know the love is still there. Congratulations!

MadSnapper said...

great guns, 40 years.... and still in love. congratlations

Jane said...

Anniversary wishes and congratulations!! It's kind of interesting when you consider the things that remind us of our loved ones.

Brian Miller said...

nice...touch and smell....both evocative...and important in intimacy....

LindaG said...

Oh, very well done, Gail!

Margaret said...

I can understand a bit about the smell of a good pipe ... and denim, of course. But cigs... hmm. BUT, it is about you, not me this poem - which is written very sweetly. :)

Other Mary said...

Congratulations! And what a wonderful testament to your love. I hope you read this to him!

Country Gal said...

Happy Anniversary ! It is all part of why you love him and that's what counts ! Have a good day !

Irene said...

A poem of love and very well written. I'm glad to hear you still have those feelings after all those years. xox

Reena said...

Congrats on 40 years of love.. Have a great New Year Gail.

Anonymous said...

"the feel of your denim" I love that.

Lynne said...

Happy Anniversary . . . the remembrance remains . . .

Berowne said...

Pleasing, moving, well written...

Carrie Van Horn said...

What a lovely tribute to a beautiful love lasting the test of time....love this Gail! :-)

Pat said...

Aw, this is so sweet! True love!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Love this and congratulations!

Anna :o]

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

It's how I felt and feel about Patrick. Forever that smell will bring him sharply to my mind. It will be with me to my end.
Love,
Mona

Yvonne Osborne said...

You've taken a different path from the prompt, much as did I. I love the smell of tobacco smoke, just don't like the dirty ashtrays. Probably cause my dad smoked cigars, the smell to me is steeped in memory, all of it good. Thanks for your poem.

LilliStJohn said...

For me Gail, it was the warmth and comfort of those arms wrapped around me. I found solace there and the oh - so familiar smell of his aftershave, forever stamped in my heart and mind. And - then - he was gone - my Prince was needed elsewhere, but - nere did I forget and will remember always - until my Prince returns for me to join him on his journey.
I feel what you feel in happiness and the way you express yourself Gail about your love of 40 years. Congraulations my dear and best wishes to you both and your families.

Helen said...

I totally 'get' the attraction to a man who smokes .. especially one whose breath is always sweet .. a man who 'has a way' of holding one, lighting it and on and on. I guess you can tell I knew one of those men once upon a time.

M. A. S. said...

The pairing of tobacco and denim with real love works great.

Susan Anderson said...

Aw.

Love is grand, ain't it?

=)

Judy Roney said...

You capture so well how smells can trigger emotions.

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