The Day We First Met
A poem about love
The evening heat prickling my skin
The sun’s reflection upon the water
The feel of your hand in mine
Your head upon my shoulder.
*
The scent of your perfume in the air
Is the scent I most remember
The touch of your love upon my soul
Will stay with me forever.
*
Your blue eyes with their hint of green
Always with a mischievous sparkle
Your smile with the dimples in your cheeks
That appears with your laughter.
*
When I awake to smile from a dream
Please know that dream was about you
And I spend every moment of my day
Thanking the heavens I found you.
*
Your gentle breath upon my face
Your arms wrapped around me
Your mumbling and talking in your sleep
I love everything about you.
*
When we met on holiday
So young and so naive
Who could have guessed our summer romance
Would become a lifelong love.
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All these years later we are still together
And I am in awe to see
You mumbling and talking in your sleep
Laying in bed beside me.
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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