The Notebook

He drew her ear to their story, wishing to rouse her memory. He looked at her as he read her notebook, trying to change her puzzled look. He chanted her name every morning, hoping that it could make a ring on festive night when they first met, her cosmic charm stole his breath. At times they played under the rain, he planted her inside his brain. Though she was rich and he was poor, true love has led him to her door. The mystic tale of their burning love, the night they swore on stars above; He showered her with a true love's kiss; A kiss that even a flint would miss. Although they'd part, they'd reconcile, she'd patch the wound in his smile; And in the end, they made a vow to hold on to their love somehow. And though her memory was gone, he'd not forget that she's the one; And though sometimes, he felt so lonely, he'd loved no one but her, her only. Together, their time had come to fade, beside each other, they have laid; The tale of their love lived forever for it's inscribed with the glow of their ember. May 2, 2023 A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 Poetry Contest (5th place) Sponsored By: Brian Strand