Fond Memories



Butterflies in the stomach

First crush, fluttering heart beat

Never missed watching his T.V show

Reliving fondling memories of the teenage

The maiden love date

The rose you gave

Preserved in the book

Opened to read not the book

But feel the flowery rose

Withered, musty, discolored petals

Feeling as fresh as morning dew

Thrills and chills when you held my hand

Soft whispering, I love You

Echoed the feeling of falling in love

Sensation as the first wind of the spring

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads

Picturing the past in the present

Memorious memories closest to the heart

Periods detached and musings attached

 

 


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