Memory In The Round Poem by Jean Renwick

Memory In The Round



You’ve got, you’ve got the bluest eyes.
Eyes I imagine are now those of God,
Of one who watches over me.

You’re still, you’re still in gold.
Golden in my mind though it’s been a long time,
Long time since I’ve felt you in my heart.

I’ve gone, I’ve gone the wrong way,
Way past knowing our kind of love again.
Again I clasp, not let your memory go.

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