Treasure Island

David Lessard


Forever Love


Moments with you last forever,
etched within my mind;
like a flower plucked at bloom,
one seeks but seldom finds.
From a rare bouquet you came,
fragrance like a breath of Spring;
an enchanting, bewitching perfume,
that started my heart to sing.
Your love reached out and touched me,
stirring the senses of my soul;
a kiss swept aside the loneliness,
your embrace then made me whole.
How could our love not last forever?
if true, then that's how it should be;
for love releases the stuff that binds,
and sets your captured soul free.
Your memories will last forever,
and the way that you are still;
I save all the bits and pieces,
and I never get my fill.

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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  • Lorraine Colon (6/8/2014 10:39:00 AM)

    Warm, full of feeling. That's how real love should be - even when it leaves. The memory of it can only evoke more tender feelings. So well written. (Report) Reply

  • Olumide Familusi (6/5/2014 12:43:00 PM)

    aww sweet love....amazes me how love can be written and expressed in myriad of ways. Good thoughts on this one! (Report) Reply

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