we danced on tables
all night
during those wild crazy days
of summer
laid under a blanket
on the beach
whispering love poems
sat on the edge
of a volcano
eating barbecue
and counted stars
under a western sky
a lifetime ago
you were every woman
who ever accompanied me
in every story
on all the pages
of my life
for you are my last love
obliterating every other love
that ever was
with the passion
in my heart
for you
now if only
I could find you
the rest of the story
is already written
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This is so moving. I remember those wild nights on the tables. Sigh.
Thank you. And I sigh, too.
oh this poem is amazing…I might cry. Sometimes, lately…I found myself more often than not missing the young woman I was…wild and free. No responsibility..before…before…life happened. Thank you for these beautiful words…you have touched my heart this morning ❤
You know what they say: youth is wasted on the young. But a lifetime of memories are like a treasure chest, don’t you think?
Yes…very true.! Much better to have a treasure chest full of wonderful memories. Thank you 🙂
You are most welcome. Enjoy those memories.