Paths of Memory
Thinking of roses as sweet
as you are,
climbing the ladder of love,
to reach your heart so dear.
Hearing bells echoing
in my ears, wanting
more to touch and hold you,
in my arms this day.
Waling paths of memory,
of things we did,
many years ago of our youth,
holding hands like young kids,
those sweet times are gone,
never more to return,
but now my love we do
have today and forever more.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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