Souvenir

I’d like to give you

a souvenir.  That shines

like island sun

speckling on the

open collar of your

blouse as the light

comes through the

shading tree.

I’d like to exchange

a kiss, every time I

hear you say you

miss me.  Id like to have

a note sent by you

unregretful of any

love, though it

might be lost

in transit,

caught like the

eye in an agate.

I’d like to give

you roses, the

white, the red,

the black. They

are souvenirs

of every morning

and of every

noon and night.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- wow... i can't imagine anything more beautiful than those roses...