Month: August 2015

She likes her coffee cream, no sugar.
Her favorite jewelry is not gold, but platinum, and amethyst.
Her laugh is music, and it lights up her eyes.
Her heart beats cautiously, and guarded.
Her kisses are sweet, but she does not kiss in public.
I am proud of her, and all she is.
She has but one flaw. All else is character.
I want her every hour of every day.

But, her flaw, she did not fall in love with me.

1 Comment:

her  8/7/2015 12:50:58 pm
Your blogs have been very sweet and kind. I wanted you to know that I have been visiting.

I pretended you were just on vacation, not gone.

I am the past, a memory,
soon to be distant and faded.

This is where you come from,
not where you are going.

Perhaps a lesson learned,
or a feeling awakened.

May you always have love in your life
as you move away from here and to your future.

If history repeats itself,
I hope you repeat a journey with me.

I will truly love you
for the remainder of my life.