A Poem By Patience Strong
I remember a thousand things when I remember you: the firelight glowing on polished oak; a table set for two...the gleam of lamps in a rain-washed street; the shimmer of wet leaves. The smoky grey of November nights. The blue of April eves. A meeting under a station clock. A song, a smile, a dance. The muted sweetness of violins: the music of romance....A country walk and a cottage tea; a window with a view. I remember a thousand things when I remember YOU.
TTFN
Marian
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