I implore myself not to forget
Your hair softly touching your shoulders
Or the swaying of your skirt
On a windy springtime day,
The confidence in your voice
As you laugh with friends
On a summer evening with drinks,
The magical gleam in your eyes
As you sing a song you memorized
From when you were a child,
The excited way you snatch my books
From my two calm hands
To see what poet I’m currently reading.
I passionately must recall every minute detail
Of your smile or the clothes you wear:
In such all encompassing loveliness,
The world’s problems become immensely small.
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yes they do....a lovely write my friend...even if it would be considered simple to some... I find, more often than not, God is in simplicity...pen on!