Sweet Memories In the Attic.
My beloved,
Wherever i maybe,swinging in my front porch,reading a book,
walking on the sand,picking pebbles on the beach,looking at the
vast ocean,I shall remember you!a soft whisper in the sweet wind breeze.
My beloved,
Wherever you maybe,scenting the aroma of fresh morning coffee,gardening,
viewing robins in trees,planting tomato seeds or lying in your balcony of
dreams,You will remember me,a spring white flower blossiming in perfumed
petals of innocent,untainted love.
My beloved,
In each other's absence,in seperate pathways,far away from
dreams,far away from who we used to be,You'll think my name and i'll
think your name,I'll remember you,and you"ll remember me.
In seperate pathways,you find me again, and I find you too.
In seperate pathways,we lose each other,but a sweet memory remains,a
part of me,a part of you,of when we loved,of when we touched,the richest
soil,the ripest fruit.
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