January 14, 2013

A Pretty Face


A pretty face
still beckons me home,
a soft voice calling
my name alone.

A simple touch
on my heart still,
a forgotten memory
years cannot kill.

Each waking hour
your hand's on mine,
living now
outside of time.

In the waiting grove
down by the sea,
I find the place
you saved for me.

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