Reminiscence of a path they called love
Little packets of memories, bowed with blue-red ribbons
Cushioned with more, tied sent on the feet of a dove
Across the ball room, eyes strode to lock
Treaded softly, towards your arms,
The evening glided slowly, sequenced moves to slow rock
Allowed you to savor, succumb to my charm
Walked down many lanes, green grass whistles
Stop under the old mangrove, pause for a kiss
A light jump over shrub bushes, thorns & thistles
Lied down, stroked your hair, closed eyes to bliss
Waited restlessly those evenings for you to come
A hard day it has been, comfort you yet again
Offer you warm lips, relieve stress, take some
Gentle fingers probe shoulders, withdraw the pain
Bruised my day, what would make you smile
Ran past all the menus, made it worthwhile
Warmly gazed, a hungry fork and knife dine
Washed away, sunk in the delights of twirling wine.
Dark curtained skies, hidden soft glows they tease
Warm love, caress you light
Watch your eyes close, the worries slowly cease
Kiss your dreams, good night.
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