Network of lines ~ beneath weary eyes
wipe away tears ~ you have recently cried
Memories of old ~ snapping loud at your feet
as you shake your head ~ as you walk down the street
A letter he wrote ~ saying he’d be back soon
warmth from the sun ~ perfect for June
Photo displayed ~ in an old eight by ten
causing the tears ~ to start flowing again
lifetime of dreams ~ that you hide in a smile
and not going out ~ staying in for a while
deep apple pie ~ so hot oven fresh
grandmas old recipe ~ put to the test
long walks alone ~ as the sun leaves the sky
not mindful of strangers ~ as they’re passing by
letters now faded ~ all tied in a bow
too many memories ~ with nowhere to go
love of your life ~ lying still fast asleep
a kiss on the cheek ~ so in dreams you will meet
billowing dress ~ like a kite in the breeze
watching the branches ~ dance in the trees
thinking of days past ~ oh so long ago
people now gone ~ and those that you know
stand arm in arm ~ then kiss him once more
a perfect example of ~ La belle Amore