It is you I kiss in my dreams.
I hold a memory in my vault.
Introduction to poetry writing.
I was such a terrible poet.
You were the only one
that understood my Ode.
You complimented me,
several times...my simple poem..
Your words are forever engraved on my brain.
That glorious day, in the last full week of May,
you were the first to make me blush.
Each touch, kiss, caress...I carried with me into my dreams,
was yours, my love.
That is why I kissed you,
right before I laid my head down.