The Light in My Eyes

[Mal McLean]

Met me darling 40 years ago today. Couldn't let that go by without writing her a love poem.

The Light in My Eye.
(For Christine)

We met on that warm autumn evening
all these four decades ago
and caught in my life’s softest dreaming
felt the pure surge of loves flow.

I thought I had known some affection;
tested that bitter sweet pain;
your eyes lit my eyes in reflection
giving full sense of my gain.

Through struggles and dire predictions
you kept me safe on your shore
while billows of endless conflictions
shook both my body and core.

So now we are older, are ageing,
youth must so slowly take flight,
but til the sun sets on my living
you will shine on as my light.

The light in my eye keeps on shining;
loving and caring we hold
the fire in the furnace still burning;
hearts that will never grow old.

©Malcolm McLean Beveridge 4/3/2012.

[Heather]

aaaah, you big ol' sweetie you.


I wish someone would write me a poem.....

[Neville Briggs]

Good one Mal.


Sorry.... I have a suggestion. In line 2 why don't you just say "all those forty years ago"
don't you think that sounds more heart to heart than " decades ".

[Maureen K Clifford]

Your lady must be feeling very special Mal - that's lovely.

Can't have Heather feeling neglected though so this is for Heather


Heather is so pretty
clever and quite witty
Heather wants a ditty
here ‘tis – but itty bitty

[manfredvijars]

I wish someone would write me a poem.....

For Heather ...

G'day Heather,
Sitting on your nether
enjoying the weather?
We must get together ...
Sometime. .....

[Heather]

I luvs ya you crazy lot!

Thank you..

[Mal McLean]

It was Nev! Good pick. I changed it to get a better rhythm outcome. The rest of you blokes and sheilas are crazy.

[Neville Briggs]

You heard it from me Mal, if there's a choice between supposed accurate metre and the best words for a love poem, then the metre can be " inaccurate ' ( whatever that might mean )

[Bob Pacey]

Huh !!!!! play it again Sam,


Bob