è stato bello finché è durato (It was nice while it lasted)
Seeing you again
Brought back the memories.
A flooding river, strong and swift.
Tripping memory lane.
A slow saunter through the past.
Each a picture, a memory set in amber,
Jewelled and shining.
Walks in the rain.
Or lying passion spent on tumbled sheets.
To talk and talk, yet when we met
I was struck dumb.
The magic in your smile.
Such treasures stored.
Yes my friend.
Then as quick as a summer shower
It was ended and you were gone.
But-
è stato bello finché è durato.
poem by Paul Brookes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
