Friday 5 April 2019

Gauze






My love, we all grow old, but
I see you through the
gauze of memory, always that
beautiful girl I
dared to kiss.

But nowadays
would I have dared?

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

1 comment:

  1. How lovely! And timely, too -- I have a milestone birthday approaching, so I will be thinking a lot about chances taken and opportunities missed. ~C

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