Priceless
In the dim glow
Of the candle
She could see his face
The shadow of a smile
Feel the warmth of his embrace
He held her close
The music set the mood
She drank in his scent
Her emotions she could not subdue
His whispers so sweet
Dripped like sweet tastes of wine
The brush of his lips
On her neck were sublime
They loved through the night
As if it were their first
But this love had lasted fifty years
As unquenchable as a desert thirst
In her eyes he still saw
The love of his youth
He still called her his girl
She still felt pursued
At night when they slept
He still held her hand
Her heart would never belong
To any other man
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