Waves of the South Atlantic Great, tango, and sweat.
The memory of my first sweetheart... The color of her caramel eyes,
her hair flowing in the breeze
with the song I hear her sing,
on her wild and hungry lips.
Quantum-leap to a moment of magic and relive all again,
like in a lucid dream.
I long to see you again
and look up to your skies
searching for memories,
and with moisture in my eyes, recalling them.
My soul never left you,
and my spirit keeps going back.
You are all of me, piece by piece, cell by cell, tear by tear.
In the mental space where memories reside,
you are permeated above the rest,
without the need for photographs,
without the need for someone else.
And you were always there,
with all the beauty you were gifted with
and the grandeur I left behind.
Is there a simpler way to say I love you a thousand times?
About the Creator
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)