Her memories playback in my mind. She resides in my heart all through the sands of time. Her voice rings in my ears. As I sit with tasting my tears. Her smile is your map to her heart. Her hugs warm enough to give your day and energetic start. Essence of her skin still lingers on you. Tis these moments I cherish but are a few. Your fingertips on her face made her cheeks turn pink and the pout and dimples show. We think about eachother even when we don't talk anymore. The closer I moved towards her soul, she crept into her shell. Our beings together by everyone wasn't wished well. Her hair falls perfect on her face, but I'd push it behind her ear to show I care. Her eyes glistened with love as she'd look up and stare. As drunk as a sailor yet my lips found her forehead as she'd be asleep at night. The smell of the whiskey on my breathe meant the morning would procure a fight. She'd turn around to hold me even though anger builds in her half broken sleep. She'd wait all day to have me to keep. The smell of her hair would let me fall asleep with my nose buried on the top of her head. Tis a moment I treasure till in my grave I lay dead. She is the girl who owns my heart, and there will be no other. Alas! She belongs to someone else and of his child is a mother. Years of love blossomed like a flower, but the rain washed away what we had. We remain strangers wondering why we aren't glad. Love is strange and circumstances we fall into to, but I will always remember but refrain from loving you. For you belong to another, that's the thought that makes my soul shudder.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
