Memories Can’t Love Back
A phantasmic image
An aura of innocent love
The fragrance of passion released
The baby’s coo from a woman’s mouth
The touch of nocturnal dreams
The collage of pristine-cut diamonds in the flesh
Such are memories that can’t love back
But I've never been impressed by pristine cut diamonds unless you're talking about the beauty of a woman that is unparalleled… And I've certainly experienced that more often than I would've thought.
Ron