Memory Poem by Lesa MRK

Gentle is your voice,
Blue is your eyes,
Soft are your lips,
In my heart a stranger lies.

A memory calls to me,
Of a love forbidden, but true,
The past beckons me,
To that world of me and you.

Is it just an endless chain,
Round and round we go?
Or is it just a lasting pain,
Of the love we'll never know?

Could you just hold me,
One more time tonight?
I hear your voice calling,
When you are no where in sight.