I remember

I remember

When there was an us.

Seems like a lifetime ago.

Two kids experiencing love.

So little did we know

but beautiful it was

I remember 

The first time our eyes locked.

It's funny how scared I actually was.

And then you said "Hi."

My heart, my soul stood in applause

In that moment, Time stopped.

I remember

The first time I kissed those soft, sweet lips.

 My fingertips wandered across your cheek to your hair

I had found Heaven on earth.

Angel's above sang to us then and there.

Hoping to never lose our grips.

I remember

Being intimate.

Sensual teasing, carnal romance

we had become one.

Our bodies developed their dance.

To the point of exhaustion, I will admit

`

I remember

Holding you ever so close.

Chit chat snuggle and cuddle

`You made me complete.  

Together, we were the perfect couple

`More beautiful than the reddest rose.

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Author's Note

This one is deep and personal. I don't particularly care for it, but want to share to get advice on how to improve it. So please let me know.

Reviews

[living lavender]

this was a beautiful piece. loved the flow. personally got lost in the imagery.
i felt the entire piece fit together magically. moving the reader through a memory.
{the very last line seemed forced to me.} nothing negative at all.
simply an observation. but i did understand what you were trying to say.

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for the time. Much appreciated

Matthew

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Matthew Kull,
That was profound. It left me speechless. I want to convey, I learned something, in still life, and it made me step back. LOL. I won't say,
But it's you know, what the body is, and how you know, intimacy, is a novelty,
to me, even a glance, makes me scream! great write, yet ps. I write about it, LOL
Love it, just not me, I know what a ...h....LOL
---but not true, it's turrree.. ---Maynard

[Neville]

You are absolutely write Matthew, this one is deep .. but quite beautifully so .. I would not change anything .. and for what its worth, your opening stanza is pretty much to die for .. Kindest of Seasonal Regards, Neville

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for taking the time. Always appreciated.

Matthew

[Neville]

my pleasure Matt

[zeronineight]

This feels like a bittersweet memory. One that is, as you say, more beautiful than the reddest rose, but also it brings out a numbed but striking kind of pain when you know it's written in past tense. There's always a kind of pain that comes with beautiful things ending, a longing that naturally follows when you remember the 'most perfect' essence or state of you no longer persists. While there seems to be no animosity, no stinging bitterness, there's a bittersweet feeling to remembering. Thank you for sharing

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for stopping in. Much appreciated.

Matthew

[Stu. T.H.]

A great romance from a distant past but its fragrance has yet quenched.
Intimate, wholesome, beautiful, and pristine with the two people in between.
Of course we all have to move on, eventually, yes. But these are great reminders of the past for us to look back and count our blessings in life, perhaps it will lighten us up and encourage our spirit to continue our individual paths.
Poems like these are like coffee bags, the same tastes every time but why do our feelings change every time...?
A wonderous work, author Matthew!

[Matthew Kult]

Thanks for taking the time. It's appreciated

Matthew

[Masked writer]

seems like who ever this is about cut deep... though I simply see nothing wrong with the way its written, infact great imagery, and a sense of relation to be saw. But it seems throughout life that even the reddest of roses wilt away at some point dont they? Though there will always be another rose waiting to be washed ashore.

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for stopping in.

Matthew

[Jessalynn]

This one sounds like a first love. At least it reminded me on mine. Those are so special. Love on a blank slate.

[Matthew Kult]

Thanks for stopping in

Matthew

[Julian]

Although this is an older one, I very much enjoyed seeing the baring of the soul emerging from memory- so often bittersweet, an ache that endures. If I may point out one small typo - the Angels undoubtedly sang, so an "n" seems to be missing...but other than that trifle, I believe this work stands well on its own.

[Matthew Kult]

Thanks for stopping in. Much appreciated

Matthew

[Julian]

my pleasure!