Incommunicado... Poem by Margo Posh

We both sit here, but still alone,
A heart felt cry, from many a home,
We've lost the urge to communicate....but
Fear ye not, 'tis not too late!

Love lost? neer not at all...
It's not the same, as when we first fall,
Our hearts a pumping really fast...
Hoping that this Love - will last - cos...

When Love creeps into aged veins -
The heat dies down, but Love remains,
'Tis not that we don't want to talk.......
Just too content, to walk the walk... : -)