Looking back to young love. Sonnet. Rhyme.
It's strange how my memory sometimes trips
Dreaming of you and the times that I miss
My Rosie, you had the sweetest of lips
Blessing my life with each intimate kiss.
We would go off to our secret places
Youthful lovemaking exciting and new
Blushing excitement on both our faces
Sensual, sexual moments for two.
Thought our relationship could never die
Devotion could not be taken apart
But new things in life we wanted to try
I moved on losing a piece of my heart.
I wish there was something that I could do
To re-live those tender moments with you.