The ravages of time
Have started to tell
The roses have now
Lost their smell
The crisscross patterns
We lovingly knit
Are starting to stretch
Bit by bit
The promises we once
Meant to keep
Now do seem
A little to steep
But there are some things
That remain
The love, the pain
Memories of many
A walk in the rain
The love we feel
The magic we weave
Are just a few things
Which simply refuse to leave
Beautifully sad…the words breathe in, expressing the turmoil….Raw and amazing…:)
Memories Love and pain is part of life …
So beautiful!
True..!
awww… you are on a roll here, aren’t you? loved it LOI!