Secret love and hidden memory

Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.

                         











 


















Secret love and hidden memory.

I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice's near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.

Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?

Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?

Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?

Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.

Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.

                                     Coyote
                                     May2012

Author's Note

Any mistakes. Please assist a old Poet.

Reviews

[Liderien]

there is an s on "dances" third line from the bottom. it should either be danced or dance.

The line under the picture could be shortened to fit the poem better.
instead of
""The writer holds on to memories like a drunk holds on to his wine"
The writers hold to memories like a drunkard to his wine.

That is all my friend. Thank you sharing. It brings me great joy to read your writings.

[lei]

memories are our companion in those time we want to forget them but they're just too beautiful to let go so we hid them in the deepest part of our heart...

[Barbara Walker]

Maybe the lesser memories become less, but the loves that really meant something to us never fade. And that's as it should be, as they make us who we are today. Very nice tribute to a love and memory.

[Norma M Sutton]

I like this. It has a different feel to it, one of reflection. Very nice.

[Revolutionary]

You are so kind in your memories of ladies.You most be a hopeless romantic

Such a beautiful and romantic poem. I always enjoy reading your poems, for they bring me on journeys. I may be young, but I have a good idea on the many ways of love and have felt them all. Your love for this brown eyed woman is so strong and it's amazing. Thank you for the nice write, Coyote! :)

[Peach]

When I read this, I saw a very vivid image in my mind. There was a lot of movement and emotion. I appreciate pieces that allow me to do that. Very successful. Kudos

[light and ashes]

The last line made me smile, because I am a brown eyed girl. My daddy used to call me his brown eyed girl. Love the song "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison :D Now lets get to the poem lol. I don't know if our memories actually get sweeter with time. Maybe they do from reliving them over and over again. Or maybe not knowing what you have until its gone?? This poem is very beautiful.

[Lisa Snow]

Inspiring words.

[0AudreyClaire0]

This is very nice. You did a great job. :)
-Aud