I was inspired to write this the other day when Georg Mateos put the thought in my mind from his review, thank you Georg, hope you don't mind. As you whispered, I was whispering back.
It Was My Voice, Our Memories
It was my voice you heard in a whisper, As you walked along the sand. It was the gentle breeze you felt, As I reached out for your hand.
It was the way I looked at you, That caused you dear to smile. You held my hand as You walked with me, Along the sands through each and every mile.
It was my love for you alone, That made your heart beat fast, It was the very memories we made, That were meant to forever last.
It was those thoughts that haunt you, As you walk along the shore today, The whisper in the air, The love that will never go astray.
A love so very pure and strong, That will always make you smile, That love that will follow and haunt you, Along the sands through each and every mile.
Could be he...or her, walking on and following your tracks that were left on the wet sand before the seas take them away...
...that of your lover.
Georg
Such a soft whisper of a poem that breathes romance and caring with every line, and as it takes place on a be it is even lovelier, dear Cuz. very well done, thanks for sharing with all of us. hugs
Fee
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Be safe,
Karen
Excellent poem..
Stay safe
Ron
Sanja xo
Blessings,
Joyce B.
...that of your lover.
Georg
Fee
Love,
ET
God bless you. Kathy
John
Love, Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
LOVE the pic. Got warm all over--needed that, it's COLD out there!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D