My dear, please listen for I have something to tell you. It shall be short and sweet, for I shall tell you of long ago.
Scattered memories are all I hold, but I promise, my love, they
Are true. within my memory lays a voice. A voice which was as sweet as honey and was pleasant to the
Ear, yet it's a voice I can not name. Within my memory
Lays a glimpse of green earth as it shimmers underneath the dazzling sun. within my memory lays the
Sensation of a kiss which has been placed upon
My forehead, through out the years. listen, for within my memory lays the image of a woman with hair like
Crimson blood and eyes the color of lime. A woman in which I
Once called mother. listen quite closely, for these memories I wish to tell you may be scattered, but they
Are the memories that made me who I am.
YOU ARE READING
(^^)My book of poems(^^)
PoetryThis book is made up of poems written by noon other than your truly (me) poems in which I wish to share with you in hope that they with take you on a journey as you read each one
