Old Man's Love Song

I love you like the memory of songsI used to sing. My voice was iron oncebut nevermore. I lost the breath that longsfor melody and flame. I play the duncebut, oh, my love, I miss the bell that ringsthat memory of Heaven in my skin.Is it not told that every angel sings?I wish I had that magic still within.<br/><br/>But, still, it is enough to hold you closeand leave the songs unsung to younger lips.Remembering the harmony I choseis plenty, love. My aging heart still skipsand rises in a hopeful, timeless tune,forever precious. We&#8217;ll be singing soon. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>