The tender gift of your gentle lips

graced my chilled, red cheeks

for the first time

 

The gift of your tenderness

gives me reason

to wake from my depressive slumber

 

Life has meaning

for the first time

 

I miss the miss that I met

on a cold, crisp Sunday morn’

who recalled nature’s beauty to me

But she was nature’s beauty to me

 

Your ambient smile was all I needed

to relieve myself of the ambiance of my thoughts

And an eternity past,

is a moment away from you

 

Life had meaning

for the first time

 

I remember your honeycomb hair

I remember your peach stained lips

I remember your warm embrace

when I fell short of breath,

you were there to breathe life back into me

 

We laughed, we cried,

we didn’t quite understand the word “Love”

But we shared a feeling of indescribable magnificence

that made us feel needed by our world--each other

 

Life had meaning

for the first time

 

You are my heart

You have my heart

You broke my heart

You damaged my heart

 

The time we spent together, so little,

but so dense,

You,

now gone,

but never forgotten

forever a lingering spirit in my heart

 

Life has forgotten it’s meaning

for the last time.