Phases of love

Tonight we ate at a local casino buffet because they sent a two for one coupon. There was a disc jockey outdoors for the October Fest celebration. It reminded me of when we were young and used to dance into the wee hours. After our meal, we sat and listened to two songs. The night air was chilly and so we headed home. These days it's all we can do to stay awake for very long after our bellies are full.

The Phases of Love
by Linda O'Connell

There’s a special kind of love for little girls and boys;
they love their parents, puppy dogs and all their favorite toys.

That pitter-patter teen love fills girls’ hearts with doubt.
Does he really like me, and will he ask me out?

There’s nothing like mother’s love; it’s different with our spouse;
we love our babies unconditionally, but not our man when he’s a louse.

I love his arm around me and I love to snuggle close.
It’s not so much the sex I want, it’s romance I want the most.

I love it when he listens and knows just how I feel,
especially when he says, “My dear, let’s go out and get a meal.”

As we're growing older I appreciate the little things
a hug, a kiss, a tender word, or the donuts that he brings.

Old love turns to something new; it’s called companionship.
We listen to each other belly ache and try to bite our lip.

Lip locks lose their passion, smooches become a peck.
Love is at the buffet now, but we’re happy; what the heck!