More Than The Memory

Of all my memories of you ... My sweetest one is this
... The night we met, and then the night... When first
we shared a kiss... And then there are the memories ...
Of all our days together ... The whispered words, the silent
words ... The seasons and the weather ... The dreams
we dreamed when we were young ... And hopes were
bright and new ... And how the years went by and all ...
Those dreams and hopes came true ... There is not any
memory ... I do not hold and treasure ...Including
every hardship, dear ... As much as every pleasure...
But more than any memory... Or loving valentine... I
cherish you, my dearest one... Because you still are mine.

James J.Metcalfe


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poem on page 233 of LOVE Poem Portraits By James J. Metcalfe