Prayers Filled With Freshly Cut Limes: Finished-

I remember those late late nights. with you running in my head. no technology, just dimmed lights. just me and that rosary. I heard you were in desperate times.. Made me shed a tear and cry. You adore the puckering sour of fresh limes My heart yearned for you; yet you couldn't hear me. So I prayed softly at night. holding that dear rosary. each deca, each bead, *dribble* Hoping, wishful thinking Stoned faced, but cracked easily by your water. Rain pours out from missing you Each drop a dribble *flash* memory. never stoping to haunt me..... Each deca. with a wish for success. your striving... holding on... Staying strong. -silence-cuts deep. I knew I had you, yet I doubt you. Your smile is my joy. Your tears were my pain. What will i ever do? except be thankful we have met, The sense of fresh cut limes set free. The last feeling i have felt, from you is the warm of your grace. That would pucker my lips and express my face. -Ems'ilverscripts. -Poet's note.- Calmed by minty memories. My grandfather was a family value man, and the sweetest to my grandmother. Vintage photographs and fresh summer breeze, held tight,-slice- green shades ripples on a wooden board. dropped in clear glass, poured over ice. Thank you taking the time in glancing in my eyes, enjoy the warmth of the next sunrise.