Plus ça change, plus c\’est la meme chose.

Plus ça change, plus c’est la meme chose.
by cricketjeff on June 23, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I saw a crown of glowing honey hair
Above the face that decorates my life.
Before a thought I asked if she would share
Her heart and be my loving friend and wife.

That honey hair so soft beneath my touch
Now crowns the heads of trouble on the run;
Each one appears the image of my Dutch,
A burst of life wrapped up in endless fun.

A silver satin helmet takes the place
Of honey hair I’ve loved for all these years
But still above that same immortal face
That holds the perfect answer to my fears.

My silver satin bride will always be
A honey coloured heroine to me

Author notes
PROMPT: – “caress honey hair to silver satin”

And no it isn’t my life story!!!