Every memory is a poem yet to be written…
“Born In July”
Misty morning alone with my thoughts
The fog rose like a theater curtain
Revealed you in all your glory
Your eyes signaled readiness
Magic words uttered softly in the wilderness
I gripped you like a soldier’s farewell
Our lips intertwined in remembrance
Lost puzzle pieces under love’s sofa
Two souls introduced themselves shyly
Curiosity selfishly took the helm
Our hands relinquished control to fate
We fell to nature’s bed in slow motion
Heaven became tangible with every kiss
Gave birth to fairy tales yet to be written
We opened our eyes with infant’s wonder
Forever changed in the arms of true love
