Memories of Another Life

A poem taken from a story of mine.

We sat in the tall grass, her hand in mine, my head on her shoulder.

The sun was rising over the lake, the birds were singing and the light breeze sweeping

through the meadow made the wildflowers dance.

It was a beautiful morning, about as beautiful as a morning in the mountains could be.

I lifted my head and she looked down at me. Those sleepy eyes, so mesmerizing, so deep.

The mountains, the sun, the birds, the flowers: None of those came close, none of those could

compare to the beauty in her smile when she was happy, the beauty in her eyes when we made love,

the beauty in her laugh when she couldn't stop, the beauty in her voice when she said my name.

Reviews

[Marcus Medrano]

i love the imagery used here, its so well painted through your words

[Brook]

As crazy as this sounds, poems like this give me butterflies.
Very beautiful poem, kind of reminds me of Shakespeare.
Great write!

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Wow, well thank you. That is quite the compliment. It was taken from a story I wrote.

[Simon Welsh]

She is Love. Amazing how nothing is trivial. Nicely written.

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Thank you so much. I appreicate the comment.

[Shadow of Death]

It reminds me of something I used to have. It is beautiful. Thank you.

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Used to have? Sorry. To have something so beautiful and lose it... not easy. Thank you for the comment.

[Shaquana Adams]

This is so touching :) Thank you for sharing this.

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

And thank you for commenting. I appreciate it!!!