Memory\'s Pearl.
She had eaten
the proof of amour\'s iridescence,
taken love\'s juice
and emptied its cup to the dregs.
She, sweetened by
patience the taste of long distance,
wasted no chances
to bake contact\'s waited-for bread.
She had embraced
given gold of a satisfied closeness,
quenched deepest thirst
so thirsty need invaded no more.
She feasted at table
laden with late-made approaches
and imbibed readily
ripened affection as never before.
She knew once
only close romance of a life-time
therefore memory\'s
pearl she now wears with a smile.