Love
The dawn of charming moments,
Filled with satisfaction, a golden scent.
Memories formed in those early days,
Linger longer, in countless ways.
A tapestry woven from joy's thread,
Moments cherished in heart and head.
The first days imprint a lasting trace,
Time cannot erase the beauty they embrace.
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2023
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