My streams of romance
Are lost within my conscience
With memories of you
I touch the water
and see your reflected face
Kiss the drifting weed
We splash in heaven
And embrace in paradise
I have not lost you
I breathe in your hair
Where is the summer of love?
Where is our passion?
I lay beside you
Warm body of my delight
Renewing the streams
As I read I pictured the Ophelia painting..beauty and love can be preserved..and remembered..a romantic and wistful start to Sunday..
ReplyDeleteI imagined a painting, like a Monet painting.. colourful/summery but dreamy too.
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