Wishfull thinking of days when
time had its own endless capsule
captured with echos of tomorrow's
memories that will stay vaulted in
an endless chamber of my heart
You can call it whatever you wish
Puppy Love, to Innocence of youth,
to Nostalgia, but it boils in one
corner of my mind where my own
personal hourglass of your love sifts
so gently in my mind with each and
every memory that was conceived
Roses of a different color were in
bloom and trying to cultivate the same
crop, would only be a duplication of
what lies authentic in my heart...........
Some of our loves have special chambers in our heart that were not of our design.
Different kinds of love all bloom in different level...all true to the heart...lovely imagery crafted nicely in this poem...10++++
Bonnie You have a heart filled with such love. This just flowed down with marvelous imagery that captured me into your magic. Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every line a stunner.