Secret love and hidden memory.
Secret love and hidden memory.
I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.
Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?
Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?
Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?
Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.
Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.
Coyote
May2012
Wow!
The places memories take you to
Joy, guilt
cherished moments
regrets
have been’s,
could have been’s
and should have been’s..
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I agree with your words. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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🙂
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Love it.
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Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful
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wonderful write which struck a chord…
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What we didn’t do. Leave more regret than mistakes made. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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A truly remarkable piece of work John.
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Thank you WB for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You’re welcome.
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