A memory- A story
A memory, a story.
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Everything
In the stillness of the night,
you held me, so tightly.
You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.
Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given to me.
You told me often.
You are my everything and you make me feel alive and needed.
I knew our love was just like the snow flakes floating into the Winter wind.
We were dreamers, wishing for a miracle.
Tonight I know silence and memory.
I whispered to the falling snow, outside my window.
You bewitched my heart dear love.
I know now. You were my everything.
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A memory
Lovely, perfect and wonderful.
Soft, tender and perfect.
Fearless, desperate and so sweet.
We stole kisses, we stole our kindness.
You, I.
Just a memory.
Johnnie/Coyote
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Thank you my friend.
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John these are both simply lovely love poems.
“You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.
Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given to me.”
“A memory” reminds me of a poem written about young love. These are often the painful memories that often haunt us.
Beautiful. John. Love Joni
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beautifully written
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Thank you Muskan for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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