A Classic Love

A Classic Love.

I have been thinking about the love

that we now share and I truly

now believe that there is no

other love that has ever been

or that can ever compare to

the love that we have now or

ever will be.

Our love Is more like the most

expensive wines that have been

ever been made, for as our love

ages it gets so much better

over time, a flush like the one

that is now upon your face no

not like just a glass or even a

bottle but the whole case

after making love to you from

the dark of night until the early

morning light, or like a fine

white wine just as pure as our

love and the devotion that we

have for each other that I find

so divine,

even like a beautiful merlot or

red wine just like the fire and

the passion that we show for each

other with nothing else that

ever needs to be said.

Maybe it is like the classical

music of our past, just like a

Mozart piano concerto as my

fingers play across your body

like I am playing the black and

white ivory keys of a baby

grand, or even Tchaikovsky’s

1812 Overture riding in on my

handsome steed to save you

From the life of sadness like

you had before and no longer

lead, it might even be a

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata

where I wrote you a new poem

While you were lying on that

a soft blanket on the beach at

midnight in front of a roaring

fire drinking wine where we had

so much fun time after time.

Yes our love is like listening to

the classical music while we

are drinking a bottle of the

finest wine, a love of epic proportion

one that shall last like all of the

classics of all time.

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

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