Love Story

It was love
at first sight
blood rushed
to my head
I sidled up
she looked away
modest, not brazen
I ’specially
liked that
about her.

I teased her
just a little
strutting
so street-wise
then cooing
sweet nothings
offering
tiny titbits
’til one day
she accepted.

Now and
forever
she is
the love
of my life.*


Image credit: Jonah Pettrich @Unsplash

Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #98 photo prompt.

The image shows a pair of lovebirds sitting together and cuddling with each other.

*Love Birds are native to Africa and they do mate for life!

87 thoughts on “Love Story

  1. There are many birds that do mate for life. We had a heron pair that visited our creek. One got injured and was taken to a rescue place. For years it seemed only a lone one came by. But this year I saw two again… could be the offspring of another pair in the area. It was good to see two again 😀

    I’ve read a few folks that have actually made it to their 75th wedding anniversaries. My in-laws made it past 50 years. I’ll be over 40 the middle of the month 😉

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  2. “When I grow older
    I will be there at your side to remind you
    How I still love you (I still love you)…
    Love of my life
    Love of my life…”
    September 5th was Freddie’s birthday…nice synchronicity Chris!

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    • Thanks, Cheryl! I spend ages gazing out of my writing room window watching the birds and the squirrels that visit the garden. It’s so amusing to see the doves and pigeons courting at the moment.
      Have a great week further! 🙂

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