Young Lips Old Heart

Lips Soft and gentle With eyes that let you stare deep into a soul And even though our youth Is many years away Our spirits are ripe and young When I look at her I can see the child Dancing in the fields of life With a laugh that transcends time Holding a brush and pallet Filled with the colors of her mind My rusty body wonders What does she see or feel It has been so very long For me For her But those lips So very soft and gentle Will not let me sleep well tonight Or wake Without thoughts of her