Like water, Love leaves its mark.
Its crumpled indelible sheen
Warms to the touch.
The hand of memory brushes
Ensorcelled pages of its worn book,
Savoring what is locked inside.
Showing posts with label Poem: The Memory of Love © 2011 SuPolo 04/05/11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem: The Memory of Love © 2011 SuPolo 04/05/11. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Memory of Love
Like water, Love leaves its mark.
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