Wishfull thinking of days when
time had its own endless capsule
captured with echos of tomorrow's
memories that will stay vaulted in
an endless chamber of my heart
You can call it whatever you wish
Puppy Love, to Innocence of youth,
to Nostalgia, but it boils in one
corner of my mind where my own
personal hourglass of your love sifts
so gently in my mind with each and
every memory that was conceived
Roses of a different color were in
bloom and trying to cultivate the same
crop, would only be a duplication of
what lies authentic in my heart...........
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/authentic-in-my-heart/
