Poets Pages
sitting in the porch swing,
with her cotton dress,
swaying in the wind,
and the morning sunlight
shinning upon her silky skin,
her eyes as blue,
as the clear blue sky
the blue birds singing up high
realizing its just my memories,
wishing to see her again.
I remember the moonlight nights,
walking on the beach,
and the soft, wet sand
beneath our feet.
The sound of the waves rolling in,
And her hair blowing in the wind,
makes me realize,
that God had given me,
the perfect woman,
and now he has taken her from me,
all I have left,
are just the memories.
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