I Remember You

Do you remember when we stood in a wood,
The bluebells clustered sweet about our feet,
The branches of the trees above and our love?

Do you remember walking by a stream in a dream,
The gentle rain and mist as we kissed,
The bracken with its colours of fire and our desire?

I remember the joy of each meeting, my heart beating,
The warmth of each embrace, and your face.
I remember the scent of bluebells in the air and your hair.

I remember you as every thing that was gay in my day.
Saturday, June 6, 2009

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