A Heart To Remember
Cold words fall deaf upon the joyful heart
A memory keeps its meaning until death makes it no more
Her brush always spoke to me, her canvas was my souls imagination
Her soft lips, her beautiful eyes never will I forget for with her I became a man
A nightfall always brought dreams of holding her, I love her
She paints to the song that plays over and over again in her heart
I miss her more than ever
I weep to the heavens and call her name, yet she is absent from my eyes
All I have is the memories, which only God can pull from me
Her kisses always rose me to the highest point of my self love
When she held my hand I floated carefree
I love her, she is my heart and I will always remember
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2012
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