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Unjaded

A Story of Love Through the Winters of Tyneside, England

By Rod WalfordPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Walking to school through the streets of our childhood

The snow rolling in from the ominous heights

The stark cobbled stone and the twisted old fence wood

Stood mute and depressed in the sombre street lights.

Our fingers were white and our toes beyond feeling

Our ears would ache sore as we froze to the core

But something about you was warm and appealing

And all that I knew was that I wanted more.

The gates of our schoolyard were darkly foreboding

The black flinted walls glistened sharper than coal

But a warm winter sun through the gloom came exploding

The day you first smiled and it melted my soul.

Through the old silent graveyard from school we would wander

Among the dead flowers and the Stonemason's art

Though snowflakes would fall still my thoughts would grow fonder

Your glances like jewels would enlighten my heart.

I call back to memory the day I first kissed you

'neath the frost laden boughs of the sycamore tree

That night as I lay in my bed how I missed you!

The warmth of your lips still encompassing me.

Then when we left school we would queue at the Centre

The jobs were so few and the prospects were bleak

But the warmth in your heart would encourage and mentor

As we trudged through the ice and snow week after week.

At last in the shipyards I found some employment

The cold wind would howl past the great hulls of steel

Those endless dark days where I knew no enjoyment

Gave way to the nights when your touch I would feel.

Long hours at the laundry did not see you falter

Not once were you heard to complain or protest

I knew without doubt as we stood at the altar

That I was a man unbelievably blessed.

As later that night we lay close and contented

The icy sleet drummed on the fogged window pane

A blizzard then came and bore down unrelented

But we were as one and as one did remain.

Now the years have passed by but your smile has not faded

It still lights the room like a flame in the night

The warmth of your beauty glows bright and unjaded

As you read to our children by soft candlelight.

Though bitter the winters we faced them together

And nature's harsh forces no victory won

The fires of our love will sustain us forever

And burn in our hearts like a radiant sun.

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