The Color Of Love

by Linda Lee Lyberg

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The Color of Love

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Morning peeks through my window
In my forgetful slumber
I reach out for you
My hand touches the
Cold pillow where your
Head once lay
And I remember.

Crisp sheets,
Groping hands,
Wet lips,
Misty eyes,
Tangled hair,
Warm bodies,
In the throes of love.
But now
You’ve gone…
So I am left
With the tainted memories
Of warm pillows
And lazy mornings
With our love.

6 Comments to “The Color Of Love”

  1. there’s that depth in its mood which captivates one’s feelings too

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