Lovely Day Poem by Louis Borgo

Satisfaction or do you still got me loving you can it be all so simply as going back to a reply
hearts beats two of finest,
rhythm that collaborated that make a inseparable figure
what is love
I start to reminiscing of child hood memories and am i thinking
Out loud or a good home upbringing play the key
they said the older you get the wiser you get
words shape moments replay of that curve in a tree of letter of
two letters mark the most lovely day good morning and good day
Sun set I start to reflect on child hood memories in embrace a cooler of the finest wine
That I can afford I guess I make a fire place and place a chair and reflect among the stars
And watch the waves after waves form
Good intention's or water under the bridge home sweet home is where every you are
Heavenly enchantment acute by vision is this the season for love or perhaps a early winter
lovers of lovers what do they know about holding hands walking
among a beach feet in the sands where does eyes meets if im to holding my
words and you are to hold the circle where does once eyes meet
If she knows I know such a feeling is just a mark of a bark among a tree that is
engrave with such a symbol of affection?
Can one tell the ink from the page that is all hand written some thing
Should be done the traditionally way.
Intimate confession, is love just a burden is it a sign or is something more divine
Thinking out loud is it such a bad thing and years of years has evolve and
Technology has taken flight.
Maybe I should leave this on my phone
as memo for now
Thoughts that forms pages still waiting on a reply
purity perfection is blossom of a rose

I start to ask question that form
Is the Sky The Limit or Is Land Of The Sky coming from
Where I'm from I can only tell a person of the point and origin which I came from being a
country boy and all.
As the waves start to damp more question start to form why does the fire flies blink on
and off?
Why do sand grips when damp?
And If water is water why does water by the lake is salt water?
purity perfection is blossom of a rose
So I start it to check the phone no reply yet.
Have she forgot about this day or has it been to long
Starting to look around the shore could this be a Sign or A Sign and Ambition
Could pleasure be more insightful then a pleasant conversation
'If all things happen for a reason'
Does season change or is this the season for love
As the Sun start to set a current of wave and a treasure chest of the most mist start to form
As I began to open it two letters was engrave of a simple password or complication
Memo of a smart remark?
As I open it not letters but that of pages of notebooks and as one can tell hand written
Some thing such be done the traditionally way.
And as I read a phase if a heart if to palp
And lost would be saving grace of a hero would you be mine to say grace.
And thoughts came to mind was friends before lovers
Technically what is a girl that is a friend?
Before I thought of her being my girlfriend or
Did she know I always thought of her as being my....
And as I look back a phone ring and
She said 'beef stew and potatoes or burgers and nuggets'
And all I could think of was
Bread Basket.