Always (Ottava Rima)

She sat her withered self beside his chair,
tenderly held his wrinkled hand in hers,
watched him smile boyishly, lovingly stare
Gesturing, as her heart willfully answers,
forming whispers crawling softly and bare,
only understood by cuddling lovers
Passionate words left her lips in a hurry,
like an eager teen, haste for life they scurry

Her voice still trembles, as shy as she is,
as her caring hands shake so nervously,
under the warmth and stability of his
and their cheeks blossom into rose, naturally
After years so many went by with a whizz,
their eyes still twinkled when they crossed chancily
For their love, like a first date, felt new-found
renewed by the meeting of their eyes now bound

* LTFR contest "first date"