Memories Of Love Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

I stroll along a desolate shore,
Leaving impressions in the sand.
Though alone, I stroll with memories
of my girl friend and holding her hand.

Seagulls glide on the gentle breeze
With no effort or exertion of power.
My love for her is like that always...
No matter the worldly problems or hour.

I stop to observe the rolling waves
Strike repeatedly on the deserted shore.
An external appearance of a mighty force...
My everlasting memories of her is even more.