Invisibly Inked

Was it the way he cocked his head
With smiling eyes and lip-sealed grin
That drew me toward his warm embrace
And made my stomach churn within?

Perhaps it was his gentle hand
That sent the shivers down my spine,
Or our first kiss he softly placed
When love was young and new and mine.

Remember? Yes, I surely do
How immature our love was then.
Not women were we teenage girls,
And boys had yet to turn to men.

And yet I'd trade not wealth or fame
For lessons learned through heartbreak's pain.
Somehow he swept me off my feet;
I look back now and see that's plain.

A promise made was never kept;
Goodbye fell silent on my ears.
Yet, in my heart, there's still a place
And, from my eye, some fallen tears.

Inside my book of memories,
I see the verse his presence wrote;
And, though no pen had scribed a word,
A lump still lingers in my throat.