With The Years

The years had passed and there they were.
She gave her coffee one last stir
While he just smiled into her eyes
Remembering so many sighs

Of resignation at his pride.

He’d had so many things to hide
While she’d been such an open book.
He took so long to let her look

At all the secrets of his soul,

To give her knowledge and control.
But he found out along the way
That love sees through the shades of grey.

Laughter, anger, love and lust

Became a pool of selfless trust.
Time mellowed it like priceless wine
Whose grapes grew on a sacred vine.

Then as the sun began to fall

And cast its shadows on the wall
She sang a song from Mexico
That she’d sung to him long ago.

© 2012  Pam H. Murray