Memory Misplaced

Finding that memory,
A memory misplaced in space and time,
Only a memory that a cold winter wind can bring.

Is like finding a ring of diamonds and gold,
In a white veil of snow,
So breathtaking, sends chills down my spine.

Feelings inside me, rise from my Soul,
Love beyond space and time can never end.

Growing old alone is cold, my friend.

I breathe poems for you out of thin air,
From impossible dreams, come impossible words.

Whose arms are holding you now?

If I truly love you,
I will smile at finding a memory,
Made out of diamonds and gold. 


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