The smile of your shadow would illuminate
The solemn cracks in the cathedral floor,
The smile of your shadow would burn
The wings of my paper plane in turbulent flight.
The smile of your shadow blends with the fireworks
Of joyous dancing color in a Renoir,
The smile of your shadow haunts me,
Teasing me, mischievously,
Across the Years, across the lovers.
Rose, your thorns are as delightful
As your flowers.
How haunting memories of past can be. A very lonely write but yet enough of longing still there to make it love. Sometimes when we think of past loves it can enhance the relationships we are in. However, it can also deteriorate that same relationship if the "what if" factor comes about.
Enjoyed the write. Thanks for sharing.