An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;
the letters are all that remain,
of the love we once knew,
in that far off spring.
14 Nov.1978
Lovely poem, stands the test of time. Love letters, and Poetry, never die.
Ahh, the longing of love lost and the bittersweet memories we thought had been lost. A touching and beautiful piece. ~ Ray
My favorite poem: D......................................................................................... this deserved its award
Lovely. We first make a try, but memories makes us cry yet our lost souls never die.
i had to tear it away though it remains in heart and mind, lol
Beautiful and true. Many of us have that box, it may not be under the bed, but you can be sure it is tucked away somewhere, even if it's only in our minds.
this speaks from heart to heart. maybe the days are far gone, but the memories live forever. sad and lovely. i love this poem... many thanks to you, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bringing home those golden years, though tinged with sadness, there was much light yes? Love duncan X