A weekend shared, sweet memory sublime;
It lingers in my consciousness, where I
Can now relive those moments over time
And taste again her precious love's reply.
To see her there, so innocent, demure;
The gift she proffered caused my heart to ache.
The soft pink-petalled flower, ever pure,
Was lain upon my altar, mine to take.
And as these pictures float throughout my mind,
The power of her love flows through my heart.
The visions of her beauty help me find
Such comfort in this female work of art.
Remembrance of the loveliness I see
Embodies all her precious love for me
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