For Your Eyes Only

They said we'd never make it They said we would not last And though we've had it rough, dear For us, the dye's long been cast They don't seem to understand it They don't have a single clue That though we have our problems There is a magic glue A glue so rare and precious A glue so exquisitely fine Forged out of our young love Making you forever mine We have a precious daughter She is the forever bond The union of our souls is she Of whom you are so fond Today as I watched you sleep I longed to kiss you awake With passion dipped words to say: “Wake up, sweet love let’s make!” And so I teased and I pleased you Laid your head on my bare breast I smiled at myself for I knew That would bring on all the rest I was not disappointed You made me scream and sign With techniques tried and true You took me to the heavens high And now you're getting older You're climbing the ladder of time Remember when you're old and grey I'll still think you are sublime! Eileen Manassian Ghali A Little Background: I wrote this some time ago for my husband, but I added to it to post it today. I met him when we were twelve, he asked me out at 14, I accepted him at 17 when I came back from the States, I married him at 26. We were neighbors, but our families were rivals of sorts. Regular Montegues and Capulets. His parents threatened to disown him if he married me. He was willing to go through the risk. This explains the beginning of the poem. It's been twenty years now. We are still together. The Title of the poem, a song by Sheena Easton, was "Our SONG."