Memories Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

Such a child was I
So new to love
How should I, my dear one
being so naive and young
find love so bitterly become

I wanted laughter and dancing stars
To have love weave it's filigree
A web, so closely knit with tenderness
that it would not break under any stress

I long for the warm smell of you
Like a breath from the trees
I long to have your scent whisper
and lovingly creep up to me

To share love, with a passionate mood
Quite lost and forgotten
Come back oh ecstasy and quietude

My feet run, but they cannot tell
Where to go, where to run
Oh, where has it gone
My wishing well?