Memories.

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