I still think of you,
though you're not around.
Those three simple words, stop
the hands of time.
I just want your hands in mine.
Close, gentle, kind.
A love so prosperous, a love
fine as the finest wines.
Sweet, loving, mine.
Hold me, for the rest of life.
All wrinkled and withered, a faint
smile.
You still give me the shivers.
When you're close to I.
I still want to feel, every breath,
every cry.
Just close your eyes, one time.
I'll kiss you gently and get lost
in rhymes. Me? A fool?
Not this time.
Forgive me love, we'll meet sometime.
Far away, in another life.
You'll know how to find me, just
remember my smile.
We've loved oh we've loved, but a
thousand times.
Same soul, different mold.
Love's repeated in riddles
and roads.
All depends which ones you roam.
The path always leads,
to hearth and home.
© 2013 Christina Jackson