Love

You hold me in your arms,
A familiar feeling, I swear.
Fallen by your angel charms,
Taken by your tender care.

I think about the pain,
That our heart has seen.
But none too many in vain,
Our trust, it didn't wean.

Your spell still unbroken,
You weave your magic over me.
Not to be woken,
From this dream I see.

Every passing day we share,
I am glad that you are mine.
I know you are truly rare,
Like a diamond with its sparkling shine.

Together we know life,
To be a beautiful gift.
Our love, to end all strife,
As we, from dream to dream drift.

A thousand traits does love possess,
Through trials it must hold fast.
But of all the most precious,
Is that, it must, forever last.

Wistful

There it stood in a corner,

Rickety and rusted,
Years of neglect, never-ever dusted,
Its bright red fender, now all faded,

With little pedals worn and jaded.

It feels like only yesterday,
How it thrilled my little princess,
How she balanced those tiny wheels,

How it made me so proud,
As she gracefully rode it out,
Its odd this forgotten souvenir,
Evokes memories so warm,
Those broken chains of love,
Still seem to be holding strong!
One day I will have it mended,
And pass this treasure to a little one,
To begin memories anew,
And generations of joy!