It Is Over,Or Is It
The glint in your eyes is gone.
Your kisses, less tender.
What happened?
Those warm Spring days..you
and I beneath a red umbrella,
huddled in the rain.
Sweet memories.
It leaves its rose-bud tracks!
I can still smell your aftershave lotion.
Ah, but love in it’s forever, foot-stepped
gifted motions.
I experience you, whenever I choose to.
………In sultry, memory explosions!………
10/27/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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