As I whisper your name
the blend of colours
and tone bring your
your smile back home.
I sit in the breeze
as this blessed whisper
returns to me.
The feel of gentle
rain showers me
with your love, as
it falls like tears
from my face.
I breathe the loving
air that reminds me
of your heavenly scent
as I sit here in our
once favourite place.
The willow, still stands
with its emerald loving
hands, that we'd lie
beneath making love
which was always
so unplanned.
I run my lonely fingers
over the flattened blades
As I picture you there
in the willow shade.
I remember the way
you would smile
looking into my eyes
as we shared our
love for one another.
Raising my hand
I wipe away the tear
of these memories
as I now sit lonely
under our tree.
I look to the dream
filled skies, as a single
bird flies to-ward
the heavens as I cry.
© Jon.London 2009
London Love Poems
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