In between the soft, worn pages
lay faded red rose petals…
Petals of the first flower you gave me
In a time when we first loved
A story of two lives…
Two lovers who lived in between the lines
Leaving their imprint on each page

I felt that moment back there in time…
When you gave that first rose to me
So eager were you to share your love…
Your heart

The scent of you and our memories
Still lingers vivid in my mind - my soul…
Still lingers on those tattered pages
The ink now faded from antiquity and age
Yet still so fresh on the pages of my heart

So soothing are these memories
So cherished
Enough to carry me on
Each moment with you was so very treasured
I'll meet you my love, in that other world
When we cross the miles together
Walking side by side - hand in hand...

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013

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