Primitive, strong and wild,
This love flickers and burns,
In your eyes, near my beating heart.
Your name is my treasure,
I would never utter aloud,
And spoil it with too much use.
Your name brings blushes,
Your memory smiles as I walk,
Through the same paths.
Your smile, so innocent and fleeting,
Your face buried in my bosom,
In a season of silence.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Your Memory
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