Something about a candle
she said
laying back with a smile.
Years went by
and so quietly
would that memory return.
A smile
again,
and then
a smile again.
I remember touching your lips in the autumn sun
sweet as the vixen of a passionate embrace.
Yet recall beauty and elegance
for inside everyone has asoul
and her heart did touch mine.
Her heart, her soul
we all wonder our reality.
Her eyes would tell me
I want to be with you
I would crumble in her arms
such a silly little aspect of love.
For that is ouw we
what we haven’t a …
apersonaljourney - stories of love 