Aristate, 65

Ill tell you my dream come true. I want to be in love again. And for that love to be my last. I want to run home to her waiting arms every night. To make love to her till I can't breath. To forsake for her all others. To feel her sweat rain down on me, like a waterfall. Washing away my sins. Baptizing me in her tears of joy. Fall asleep to the beat of her heart. Her whispers sweetly caressing my ears with "I love you". Play like children. Run on the beach. Sharing our deepest fears and joys. Wake not knowing where I end.Or where she begins.Drink of her love till I drown.Look at the moon each night I'm away. Know shes doing the same. Close my eyes. Feel her heart touch my soul. And know she has shared with me something precious. Leave her notes each morning on the mirror. And think of her all day. To walk hand in hand in the park at 85. Stare into her eyes and not see the years gone by. But the priceless love within. To die in her loving embrace. From a life well spent. With The lofting sounds of laughter. Pouring through my window. From my grandchildren playing hide and seek in the fallen leaves of changing colors. For my last words to be"I love you". The last sounds I hear be the newborn child down the hall.Echoing the new life. That will take my place.