Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

HE WAS HERS ‘N’ SHE WAS HIS

He was her kindred spirit
In and out of time’s weave
Webs of loving chords twine
Like the ivy on the wall cleave

Harmonious waters flow
From the dawn of the morn
Till the evening tide at its ebb
Ray of sparkles lovingly adorn

A kiss planted softly on lips
An embracement of gentle air
Strong hands reaching to touch
Caresses through silken black hair

Memories of yesteryear’s love
Bonds of everlasting treasures
Two souls imbue hope for us
In seeking beauty’s pleasures