Poetry Blog by Vesha Solomon

Your smile, your laughter was the light during the nighttime 

Your touch, The way your fingers would caress my soul 

Your voice , like soft melodies playing in my mind

Your time, if you had to say, it was well spent

Your life, was a gift; a small brown box draped in red ribbon 

our memories are embedded in my heart

I can feel it as if it were now. 

In memory of Chris...

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Love happens when you least expect it.

When you have your eyes closed and are looking in the opposite direction.

Love happens even when you shun it. 

Even when you curse it from the pits of hell love happens. 

Love happens and it knows why it came and how long it plans to stay.

When it happens it takes you by storm 

Love happens and with no words

Love happens and when it does

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