Poetry

Just a trace

By 16th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

The way the sun fell on your face
A dent in the pillow still nestles there
Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.

When we first kissed, in that distant place
I loved you then my heart lay bare
The way the sun fell on your face.

My emotions caught as fine as lace
Fingers entwined in your silky hair
Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.

You came to me in given grace
Ready for our love to share
The way the sun fell on your face.

But your soul, I could not encase
No commitment, would you declare
Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.

The night melted, we held embrace
Glowing; in the morning air
The way the sun fell on your face
Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.

Jan Hedger

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