Troy
my first love
Journeying beyond the tall hedge maze
Searching for you through the haze
Still under the spell of our place
Your quaint cottage was love’s base
Where all fears and sorrow allays
I so wish to return to those days
.
My steps they must be retraced
For you cannot be replaced
Nor can these memories be erased
That ecstasy that was your embrace
Your enthralling scent, how you taste
Bodies entwined beside fireplace
.
Friends and lovers interlaced
I’m ever lost in dreams of your face
Feelings not ever destroyed or effaced
Still under the spell of our place
Searching for you through the haze
Journeying beyond the tall hedge maze
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Lovely longing tone throughout Kayleigh. 🥲👏
Oh Kayleigh, lassie! You are just writing belter after belter. Honestly. I love the rhyming (and I'm not a fan of rhyming poems), love the imagery and the way you finished this one. "Still under the spell of our place Your quaint cottage was love’s base Where all fears and sorrow allays I so wish to return to those days" and "That ecstasy that was your embrace your enthralling scent, how you taste" and "I’m ever lost in dreams of your face Feelings not ever destroyed or effaced" Are personal highlights, but the whole thing is a sad, beautitul, poignant affair written with such flare and class! Well done!
Friends and lovers interlaced. That line spoke to me! I loved your poem so much!
Great poem Kayleigh, I really enjoyed the beautiful imagery here
Love the imagery and the hedge maze! Well written!
beautiful piece