The memory of…

The memory of her smile
brings gladness to my heart,
like DaVinci’s Mona Lisa
an enigma of the arts.

The twinkle in her eyes
made me smile without reason,
the joy that it brings
transcends every season.

The memory of her touch
makes me start to yearn,
for what I once had,
for what still burns;

The love I’ll always have
what shall never diminish;
yet this part of our life
is now at a finish.

The memory of her scent
still fills me with hope,
that what we now have
will be stronger than rope.

The memory of her touch
saddens me now;
yet brings tears of joy
as I take the final bow.


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