When I am thirsty,
you hand me a glass of water.
When I am hungry,
you cook me a meal.
When I am sad,
you hug me tightly in your arms and try to cheer me up.
When I am happy,
you lift me up and swirl around in circles.
When I have problems,
you stand silently next to me and give me your support.
When I nod my head and doze off,
your shoulder is awaiting.
A wink, a squint, a crunching of the face,
you always seem to know – what I want and what I need.
My heart starts to ache for you unknowingly,
I start to care how you feel,
my mood swings in rhythm with yours.
Is that love which I have failed to realise,
happiness knocking at my door whom I have ignored,
when did I start to feel this way?
I have no clue and no idea.
Doesnt matter when it happens, doesnt matter when I have fallen.
Images of us in the horizon with greying hair, surrounded by laughing kids;
as the skies transforms into shades of orange, hand in hand we walk along the beach.
Submitted as entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 47
Die Reise meines Lebens 
🙂 I hope somebody with greying hair some day gets to read this.
I hope they will be able to read it soon…
Well done. I like this; the way it transitions from young to old; beginning to end.
A sweet story,wished by most. Thanks for reading!:)
sweet and solidly delivered.
Happy Rally.
Thanks Jingle! 🙂
such a beautiful love poem.
Thanks Luna! It was indeed a beautiful feel – the source of my inspiration:)
Such a sweet poem. We never do realise things until later.
Yes, we often neglect those who have been standing quietly at the side 🙂
True how life and happiness creeps up on you. Sometimes you have to stop and ask yourself “Am I happy?” to realize that you truly are. Your poem illustrates how the small, simple things add up to one, big bliss over time.
It’s the small things that matters the most and adds up.
Sometimes the best things are already beside you – just that we have taken it for granted and didnt realise it.
Thanks for coming by!
This is so romantic and touching, I love the idea of growing old with someone
Thanks for coming! Yes, it is. Hand in hand we walk towards the future:)
Truly beautiful, such a feeling I hope one day to be able to understand.This poem stilled my chaotic heart.
The Lonely Recluse.
Thanks for your comments! This was inspired by my friends and from them, I have tried to capture the feel as much as I could.
I love the story in this poem. Growing old together with the person you love and living a happy life.
Thanks Dayan. It is indeed, having someone to live for and to grow old with.
Quite beautiful, your story in verse.. 🙂
Thanks Leo! Glad to have a similar view. If you have a chance, you might want to read One Morning in Brussels too. That was the final scene of inspiration 🙂
small things matter,.
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this is lovelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🙂