She....his always.

As love grace her every pore to his eyes

As always
he would recall the day
they met

His face was,
a joy of light...embracing

As he would tell his stories of her...his only Lover
She was eighteen 
The scent of musk inhaling....eyes like ..
a lotus in bloom..

skin tanned
to sunny days
of the Caribbean sands of sun
As she enjoyed'

Tears would fill his eyes

His heart seems alone with her
Now in his silence...reminiscent 
Of his youthful ....years
At twenty three...

The night was one of those summer
disco party
at the local community center

it was a soccer win for the local team
He played on...
A small village
over looking
one of the beautiful serene land scape
beaches of Trinidad.
He danced...with her to his heart
She danced with him as Love
Caressing all their passion into morning pleasures
till next day....

She was his love
Till death .