My love, I do not remember how you came. I don’t remember how we met and changed. Memory fails to tell me of how you looked. Time took away the first word that you spoke.
My love,
I do not remember how you came.
I don’t remember how we met and changed.
Memory fails to tell me of how you looked.
Time took away the first word that you spoke. freeverse stories
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Love Letter
On Remembering first love

My love, I do not remember how you came. I don’t remember how we met and changed. Memory fails to tell me of how you looked. Time took away the first word that you spoke.

But I do remember that sweet, love-filled smile. I do believe in all our vows. For my world would light up and my heart to fly, When you greet me with those darling eyes.

Yes, I do not remember much. Yet I know the feeling of April’s visit is to eager March. No, I don’t know what you do or wear, But the trust and faith I have in you, None can tear.

Thus I do not ask for freedom from this love’s prison. Longing only for love’s visit every so often... Like Winter cried by Autumn...

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