Treasure Island

Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

.....when I'm sixty-four?


I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?

I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?

I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?

I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with love
and tenderness.
And would you mind
to save your smile
when I am sleeping
for morning glory?

I hope your lips
will always be
just waiting,
for kisses that
sing songs
of love for me.
And if I hurry
out the door
still chewing brekkie,
I hope you'll
want to:
look into my eyes,
talk into my ears,
hold my calloused hands
and kiss me
'til I melt.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 21, 2004

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  • Ruby Honeytip (10/29/2012 11:34:00 PM)

    Love is my favourite topic to write about. This one made my heart do a little dance. Sweet and lovely: ^) (Report) Reply

  • Reshma Ramesh (12/1/2008 6:46:00 AM)

    ohhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! such a delightful and sweet love poem............. (Report) Reply

  • Tanya Stanford (8/31/2008 7:42:00 AM)

    True love will not see the person outside but whats in. A hope I think we all share. Once again very good composition. Clearly the reason it's in the top 500 (Report) Reply

  • Janice M Pickett (7/16/2007 5:30:00 PM)

    Well you have not lost your stride dear friend. The one thing I missed most when I left here a couple of years ago wa you and your poems. I am back again. I removed the vote thingy so feel more protected now. My poems are up and although a few only, I will still enjoy being here to read your great work. This is as I remember. an outstanding piece filled with genuine love and warmth. Good to be back and great to read your beautiful poems again. HUGS (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (7/14/2007 12:45:00 AM)

    I love this poem Herbert from start to finish, a wonderful read indeed, Thankyou for sharing.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Marci Made (7/9/2007 7:35:00 PM)

    'Will you still need me, will you still love me, when I'm 64' once sang The Beatles...This poem goes so far beyond the words in the line above..It is perhaps the most beautiful tribute to lasting love that I've ever read and I've read and attempted to write many love poems...This poem begs to be remembered. to be held close, to believe again, that, YES, there really is everlasting love, for some.
    I thank you for this unrateable as there is no number high enough to give it but I went for the ten, unlike some jealous idiot at some point in time...I've read many of your poems lately and you are what a POET is! ! ! ~~~~~marci.xo. :) (Report) Reply

  • Elysabeth Faslund (6/26/2007 5:47:00 PM)

    I'll carry this poem inside of me for a very long time, Herbert. What an extremely lucky woman! ! If all men who had their loves, would write to them like this, then divorce rates would have to fall! ! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • Chris McInnes (6/8/2007 4:38:00 AM)

    When I am sixty four I hope I don't confuse romantic perspective like you have with redundancy. (Report) Reply

  • K K (3/6/2007 7:32:00 AM)

    Very romantic....makes me think of my own husband in the as he leaves of a morning. Beautiful.

    KK (Report) Reply

  • Prasanna Kumari (2/9/2007 8:31:00 PM)

    there is real beauty in those lines...to show that old age can be still be more beautiful with all those caressing moments.... (Report) Reply

  • Chris Mendros (1/31/2007 11:29:00 AM)

    Self-indulgence works when it is this honest and evocative. Everything poetry should be.
    BTW- i wonder if that Bizari American womyn ever misses a chance to attack the president for something he never does and his detractors always/only do.

    This is definitely a classic, in the classical sense.
    Old guys rule!
    CJGM (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/15/2006 12:46:00 AM)

    Excellent poem Herbert, very beautiful and heartfelt, I love it--Melvina I have no idea how this happened, I was reading Franks poems and all of a sudden yours came up. I guess I was suppose to read this one Herbert.-Thankyou-Melvina (Report) Reply

  • Iliani Jamhari (5/18/2006 10:04:00 AM)

    mr nehrlich, im new in this whole poem-reading and all...n hardly find the right connection with most poets...i cant even understand Rabindranath Tagore, but when words r written out of d purest love in the heart...u can nvr go wrong...
    U MELTED MY HEART! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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