Fragrance Of Love

The last time we met and shared moments of love
I remember that you returned the rose to me
Now it is pressed and dried and kept in pages of my diary
Remember the poems we wrote on stolen napkins
from the dinner we had, in our last parting
I re call the melody, the tune we played with whistling
Do you remember the last picture , we took along the beach
your hands were teasing my exposed knees
I have it framed and its hanging on the wall before me
I still have your rose petals, love poem and tune
to remember you, and feel your love surrounding me
Do you ever think of me..
Perksplayhot Perksplayhot
36-40, F
Dec 10, 2012