Love is a many splendoured thing

Love is a many splendoured thing (Photo credit: stratman2 (away for a while))

I was going for a walk, the other night, by myself. When I passed in front of a restaurant, I glanced an elderly couple and my intuition told me to stop right there and observe. Experience has taught me to always obey, when my little voice tells me something like this.

Try and picture the following: there was a grey-haired lady, sitting on a chair with her hands folded in her lap. I had a side view of her. Beside her was a grey-haired gentleman.. I imagined him to be her husband. He put one arm around her shoulder and cradled her left cheek with his other hand. Next, he lay his cheek on top of her head, closed his eyes and smiled. Can you picture it?

I felt awed and privileged to be allowed to watch this. I also felt a bit like an intruder, but it was in public, sort of. Just think of it, after approximately fifty years of marriage, to do this??! I take of my hat to these people, whoever they are. Love truly is a many splendoured thing!

I miss this, I do, the kissing and the cuddling. If it wasn’t for women, I wouldn’t want to be a man. I mean, what would be the point. Take away women and what’s left would be irrelevant, futile. Therefore, ladies everywhere, thank you for just being you.

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