How can I forget,
the very first day we met,
indeed it was; like the picture I saw in a dream I dreamt.
Tall, dark and handsome
With cute curly hair,
Curvy smiles, dimpled chubby cheeks
With the looks; so meek.
Alot, it was; I saw in him and fell.
He was all it was for me,
He was all I felt for me would ever be.
Two months gone,
Yet my heart still beats strong
Oh, how much I've longed to be loved.
To be... to be with my one true love.
Slowly smiling, silently savoring the moment.
But when i opened my eyes
Was when I suddenly realized
It was all memories,
Memories of the dream I once had.
I'm broken now; all again apart.
©️Ellawrites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are a third of our lifes experiences..i would love to have the remaining two thirds with you Dorcus