by Tim Kavi
kissing your lips
I never noticed
the gentle passage of time
each moment
was like a century
and every breath
was a poet's rhyme
sweet memories of our love
held us there
transfixed
we were
the history makers
we were
the sweetest of all
love's partakers
so I hope you
will remember me
and what we had
how the happy
songs
dried your tears
and made mine flow
without
being sad
so I hope you
will come visit me
from time
to time
although you
are gone now
the newest dawnings
are always
met
with my
breathing
and are
the sunshine
on the rays
across the meadow
where
the grass
glistens
with your mist
and this simply
is
the eternal sunrises
of your love.
