Racing heart

     My racing heart is proof enough that love can come to you more than once. The mere touch of your hand or the taste of your lips weakens my legs and takes me to a place that has remained vacant for a very long time. My life has always had a purpose but also lacking something that you filled with your love.

     The ways of love are timeless and with age grow just as they did the first time. The lovemaking is slower and with a tenderness that was taught and learned. A love that goes past the bedroom and into every day that is shared.

     As we grow old, I will look into your eyes and not just your body. I will hold you until sleep takes over and when the sun rises, I will whisper my love to you with a racing heart that proves love can come to you more than once.

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