Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
A zephyr trumpets through the effervescent heavens,
Lifting a zeppelin above a whirlwind romance,
Beneath two vanilla doves perching on a branch,
The lovers hold hands, as they share in a laugh,
Their tender sweethearts delighting in the heartland,
Listening to the lovebird’s mellifluous ballad.
We will twinkle when we are in our twilight years,
Just imagine all the things we shall see and hear,
Wrapped in a celestial quilt I’ll hold you near,
And whisper in your ear, “You look dazzling, my dear.”
We will be as colorful as our sunset years,
We still keep all of the laughter and in good cheer,
When the darkest hours upon us there is not fear,
Even the reaper will cry for us twilit tears.
