My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia 
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu

Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth 
With the micro-pores  breathing fresh air?

Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl 
Do that pink lips exist fresh? 
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth 
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.

How many times has your tongue 
Licked my coy blushes? 
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty, 
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.

My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours. 
Have you ever felt same as I 
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.