Lostwords Poem by Marilyn Jean

Never mind how we gently named it
That it will be better once we admit
Today, it looked just simply like this
Shrouded in a pleasant spring bliss
In mid air awaiting still hangs a kiss
It feels so, on a short morning visit

Eve, what is it do you remember now?
Tell me because already I mayknow
In spirit urgent or important?
Feeling constant and maybe ardent?
Laying dormant until, oh my darling?
Until you forgot but it still shows