She comes still around
Every now and then...
Neither old or young
Never to be tired...
She is not like herself
But I can recognize her....
When she beckons me
One step closer....
However, I can still smell
The scent of her body
And envision the magic
Of her beauty....
Just memories remain
Of great moments
We once shared...
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What is life without love.Beautifully expressed, representing mankind.
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Such a sad yet sweet poem, of a memory of past love comes back haunting, like a ghost, beckoning you. How something remains of this lover in the depths of your mind, so nicely expressed in your poem.I too, have been haunted by such memories from time to time.