The Gift Of You Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The gift of you has not been hidden.
The gift of you is in my mind treasured.
Forbidden and precious to not be removed.
With a doing I condone and alone approve,
Time after each time and easily found to find.

As it has from the day it was given.
To reminisce a past in this present moment,
For me here to last to visit and at my discretion.
Remaining fresh and pleasant as the dew is at dawn.
Felt always to remember it to be left there and kept.