On a sunny day you left
Was an early Monday morn
your memories I kept
in a book which page is torn
Was a rose that dried away
That stains the words you wrote
I can’t read it anyway
It erased the words of hope
Now promises are gone
No more roses come my
way
You don’t bring them anymore
The last petals fade away..
In my dreams I still
see
You arrive roses in hand
yet our love not more
to be
nor you kiss my tender hand..
©Lynda Ferrer/2014/RR
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