Orlando Belo (Derby, England)
In my mind I still walk the walks we used to walk
and remember when we didn't need to talk.
Hand in hand we were connected there and then,
our thoughts flowed forward and back again.
We would stop to kiss and hold each other close,
and think about the times we enjoyed most.
Without doubt we agreed the time we spent making love
went far beyond what we had ever dreamed of.
Forever turquoise blue skies with fluffy white clouds
reflected in our minds and shouted out loud.
To be blessed with a love so passionate and extreme
lifted us so much further than we had ever been.
Colours were so much more vivid and in our face,
there was nothing to change, nothing to replace.
The greenest of grasses that we made love upon
within the ripples of the river, are now sadly gone.
We were drunk with love in those unforgettable days
and only death can take those memories away.
No matter the time of day, the month, or season,
you come to mind without a cause or reason,
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