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Don't Tell My Heart

Oh, don’t tell my heart she is aging

Don’t let her know that she’s grown

She’s still loving, laughing, engaging

Don’t let on that you know

 

She still dances in moonlight

She still breaths to see you

She’s still singing in free flight

Her childish love is still true

 

She still flutters at your smile

And you’re all she can think to say

She is still reckless and wild

With her love that she gives away

 

Oh, don’t tell my heart she is aging

Don’t let on that you know

For like new her love’s still engaging

Because Love’s the last holdout to go

 

You could tell her but she won’t believe

You’d be foolish to even try

She would laugh that you’d even conceive

That her love’s not still young and alive!

 

She sees only future together

And she is alight with your love

To her, it’s day one of forever

And the days will never be enough

 

She still giggles whenever you enter

And blushes at the way you look

That she’s your world’s very center

And you read her like an open book

 

Oh, don’t tell my heart she is aging

Don’t let her know that she’s grown

She’s still loving, laughing, engaging

Don’t let on that you know.

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Comments

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 13th Feb 2021 17:32

A wonderful poem. Thanks.

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Adam Whitworth

Fri 12th Feb 2021 09:07

Love this one. very, very very good.

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