Zincograph Plate
As I walk the scented paths through
Beautiful bright flowers that entice.
Capturing memories in their folds I,
Dream of times now past and gone
Each one in itself a treasure to savour.
Fondly I recall such special times,
Heavenly hours spent with you
In blissful moments we shared.
Jealously I hold them to my heart.
Keening softly to myself, my
Love for you will always abound.
Magical fantasy's come in my dreams.
Now never in this life to again share,
Or to be able to hold you near, in
Passions throngs once more.
Quintessential desires burn deep,
Racing through my veins,
Setting me still on fire.
Tortuously teasing, driving me mad,
Understanding, not at all why?
Vacant still my heart remains
With longings unsatisfied.
Xenoglossia people can not us reunite.
Zincograph print is all that now remains.
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