Author: Bill
Memories long and pleasant spent
Of touch and thoughts of you,
Of kisses deep and heaven sent,
And in your arms I grew.
Of loving life with dreams replete,
Our souls combined, yet still,
How sudden ended and complete,
The anger – love did kill.
Sorrow quickly took its course,
Now life, its beauty spent,
And all I own is deep remorse,
For the dreams we never dreamt.
At times I drift on golden strands,
And dream of you once more,
Praying – clasping desperate hands,
Wait! I hear a knocking at the door.
