Etched In My Memory Poem by Rae Seagull
Etched In My Memory
I look at your face as we talk
The face I cannot touch with my hands
I follow the outlines of your features
With my eyes
And draw them
On my mental sketchbook
I study every part
Noting each minute detail
Your features become
Indelibly etched in my memory
The picture is my treasure
Preserved for later
For I don't know
When I shall get to see you again
Exquisitely crafted and delicately conveyed impressions of a romantic meeting. Thanks.
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4/26/2024 3:37:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes I adore the simplicity of style here and the content means something to me.
Thank you, Gillian. Glad to hear it strikes a chord