My Thoughts Oft Turn To
Remembering.....your.
Skin, the colour, of honeydew!
Lips,sweeter than....?
Softer than ......velvet!
Even now, your touch...
Makes me, smile.
The folly, of ones heart.
Old men, with young men's, dreams.
A secret love that,
all the world, once knew.
Now lies, only as wishful memories.
Between, me.
And
You...?
Giajl © Jim Love