Old Love 
Copyright (c) 1995, Becky Payton



Passion still flares.... that occasional rendevous,
Arguements spark into flames now instead.
Comfort is still found... huddled together at night,
Less tears as whispers echo in my head.

And jest once a flirtacious quip...grows tiresome,
Those cute actions grating on my nerves.
Touching, hugging, kissing...once ever frequent actions,
Now are simple and casual.

Still.... as night comes and I lie down beside you...
feeling your warmth... touching you..  
I think of how it once was and wonder..
Is the way we are now  good or bad??
