A Memory To Treasure Poem by H E Alexander

A Memory To Treasure



Though the snow may not fall,
the silver tree shines bright,
and my gift to you is my heart,
wrapped lovingly in my thoughts
of an everlasting friendship.
A kiss upon your soft lips
as I brush your lucent, gold hair
from your face; your beautiful face,
and my gift from you is held:
a memory to treasure forever.

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