Do you ever think back,
On lovers you have missed
Warm memories give way
To longing you just kissed
I wonder...
if that chance has expired,
Whether they've grown tired or their life
Has been visited by another,
touched by another,
caressed by another,
And I wonder
His hickory coloured hair
His rum coloured lips,
That glistened like the glass
of a cold bottled ship
And his eyes
Oh his eyes,
His soft whip cream eyes,
That melted when he gave me his soft served smile
And even if he cannot be mine
I will treasure the far too short time
Keep the memory close, the pleasure only mine.
Forever in my heart-
my whip-cream coloured boy.
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Marmalade arcade
PoetryA cabinet of curiosity While not incredibly interesting I can promise you a story.
