Sunday Poetic Musings: Each Moment

Each moment

a memory.

Forgotten you,

will never be.

 

Each moment,

a treasure.

You, only you,

can be.

 

Each moment,

a word with you.

I put your love,

in a box.

My heart to you.

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True Love

You never choose love.

Love chooses you.

It comes in ways,

one never expects.

Sudden.

Slow.

But once arrived,

a feeling,

no other.

I love you.

Always have.

I always will

It doesn’t matter where,

you are.

Who you are with.

True love finds itself.

One day, I will find you.