Jean Thomae

Jean Thomae, I didn't know her for very long but the time I did know her I will never forget. She was a great person and loved life. What follows below is a poem that her loving husband James Thomae wrote for her. I will miss you my friend and I know I will see you again one day. Paul

My Lady

A vision, comes to these old eyes. Brown hair, the texture of old silk. Eyes, the color of fractured rainbows. Innocent, yet wise, far beyond her years. She is my lady.

Memories, undimmed, by passing years A face, formed from dreams of youth. A body, fashioned from fantasies. Older now, yet still the same, to me. She is still my lady.

Her touch, still makes my spirit sing. That smile, that sparkle in her eyes. Still makes my body roar, with passion It is a passion, however, tempered by age. Yet still, my lady smiles.

Why does she put up with this old man? The answer, to that question, I can't find. Her love, however, requires no questioning. It is there and given to me, quite freely. Love, that is what my lady does.

Words of love, I speak, sound quite dumb. These simple words, please my lady so. A touch, like a flower, makes my lady bloom. Those things, I give to her, quite freely. After all, she is my lady.

Written by: James Thomae

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