Lou J. Klaiber

MY LOVE

I remember you
… the first time,
……… touching me,
as the Sun was dying in the sky.

I remember your lips,
your hands,
warm…
and
your mouth.

I remember your tears
touching the wounded part of me.

Your eyes!
Your voice!
crying…

and your tender lips
my love.

We held our dreams, deep
within the night.

We sleep in the hope
of yesterday
turning quietly,
and greeting us again.

Memory is tomorrow,
today,
……………………………………………………………

we dream once again
… upon an old guitar,
remembering our youth.

… and if
I go back to war
in the night…

remember me.

I shall reach out and touch your face
my love!

… and you shall touch the scars
tenderly,
again and again.

Scars of war
long ago,
far away,
yet always
today.

Hold me!

… touch me!

Dream with me…!

My Love!