fond in memory

she wore her fragrance of love

her sweets spoke real

~

would I when alone

imagine, taste, delicious, her

eyes would speak surreal

~

a smile, a glance, peace

when longing is a world dream

solace, sweet, serene

~

I am standing near

a universal speak sincere

sweet remedy is near

~

Carpe Diem #909 Sweetness