Remember Sunday

a love story like no other

to fall in love every day

a memory lost & found

over & over

an aneurysm wiped his memory clean of everything new

a love worth finding every simple day

Molly’s hair smelled of freesia

true love is just that true

no matter if its lost & found

everyday is an effort worth making

I want a love like that

I had that love once & I lost it

the touch of his hand is like a gentle breeze

a sun kissed flower in morning mist

the twinkle of dawns first light

the building tension of the unknown & the relaxing sigh of relief upon recognition

finding your souls desire as hands touch

it’s like magic

true love in between the hazey colors of the rainbow

the laughter of children peaceful & content

the warmth of a hug tender & sweet

the first sip of coffee makes morning preparation complete

comets & buggies in constellations

for head kisses are so sweet

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