speaking of passing moments - when love is gone;
the feeling of violets on those lips of another –
my heart is left beating, soft purple ink-
not stopping the fear- from feeling the tremble and the base;
long after the moment is gone, feelings - fall erased.
beauty and the charm still left ringing;
like violets in a vase;
every laugh is a memory to my ears;
a purple page that paints;
if we meet in passing moments -
undying love- complete and into the wild;
the sounds will remain alluring to my heart;
nearly turning from noise and other moments;
the nerve of many moments - when love is gone.
copyright 2010
