I lost my love,
He disappeared.
He's lost with in memories of old photos.
If I try I can slowly recall his sparkling emerald eyes,
The texture and colour of his dark hair.
I can no longer remember his smell, or the feel of his touch.
The sound of his voice is lost to me.
As are the emotions I could read so clearly, which were often depicted on his handsome face.
I lost my love
But his memories remain.
When I close my eyes I can picture our first kiss,
When I dream, I dream with him.
When I smile I smile for him.
I lost my love, but his memories remain.