Comments about Kitty Smith
Remembering his gentle touch and tender kiss,
Our once stolen moments of quiet bliss.
The adoring looks of his piercing blue eyes,
The lingering moments before his good byes.
Mind-distracting thoughts of our lusting love,
I still long to cuddle like loving doves.
I miss his fresh-shaved scent against my face,
The pleasant memories of our favorite place.
Eyes damp with tears hearing our favorite song,
Yesterdays seem fresh, and yet so long.
Sincerely regretting the mistakes we made,
And the painfulness of the price we paid.
If only past mistakes could ...