Memory of a dead poem…

Please don’t stay,
All these moments,
Soon, will pass away…
You’ll be nothing more:
You’ll be just a memory,
A moment shared someday
As you weren’t really here
You weren’t in my play..
Who am I to say
We couldn’t find a way
To be back together
To be more than stray:
Sand that washed away…

I’m carrying your heart in mine

As beautiful as love can be,
I’ve been searching for something more:
That inner feeling
That I’m carrying your heart in mine,
When I have no words to describe how
I adore…

Your smile, your hair, your nose, your swing…
You’re my heart, you’re my love, you’re my everything…