I Look Through the Album
Of Memories
In My Mind I Recall
The Laughter
The Joy and Happiness
When We Held Hands
And Danced
Through Days of Love
Filled With Sunshine
Our Hearts Radiated Love
Our Eyes Sparkled
And Cried In Love
The Album of Memories
Is for No One’s Eyes
Except Mine Alone
No One Can Peruse
The Pages of My Album
Of Memories
But This Soul Alone
Pages from Souls Memories
Cannot Be Deleted
But Perused At Random
When a Soul Desires
Happiness Recalled
Amongst The Pages
Of Loves Journey
Engraved Upon the Heart
A Page Turns
In The Winds of Heartache
And With a Bitter Twist
The Stabbing Pain
Of Hurt Begins
To Torment
A Hurting Heart
Stabbing Hard and Deep
The Tears of Memories
From A Heart of Memories
Stifled Between Sobs
Pour Upon the Pages
Of An Album of Memories
An Album
Of Eternal Memories
Raven of Leyla
January 26, 2012 at 07:00
A lovely poem! smiles to you! Rx
aussieian2011
January 26, 2012 at 07:00
Thanks for reading and commenting Raven
Big Aussie hug your way and wishing you much love
Ian
catcherofstars
January 24, 2012 at 07:00
Simply amazing, I have no other words
I think if this lady had any brains she would high-tail it back to your arms
Andrea
aussieian2011
January 24, 2012 at 07:00
She is long gone now Andrea , when I saw the light fade in her eyes
I knew I had to divorce , just a fading memory now of another time another life
Ian aka Emu
Deb
January 23, 2012 at 07:00
That is just simply beautiful!
Hugs, xx
aussieian2011
January 23, 2012 at 07:00
Hi Deb , thanks for reading and commenting
Hope all is okay in your neck of the woods
Here is hot with temps in the 40s
Not really weather to be away from a cooler or airconditioner
Wishing you much love and happiness
Ian aka Emu
fudelchen
January 22, 2012 at 07:00
Ein Walzertraum am Sonntag…ich tanze gerade
GLG Marianne ♥
aussieian2011
January 23, 2012 at 07:00
Hello Marianne, glücklich Sie genossen dieses Gedicht
Hoffe, Sie sind gesund und glücklich und das Leben ist Ihr behandelnder gut
Ich wünsche Ihnen viel Glück und Liebe aus Australien
Ian aka Emu
prenin
January 22, 2012 at 07:00
The dreams of youth are the regrets of old age…
God bless my friend!
Prenin.
aussieian2011
January 23, 2012 at 07:00
So true old mate , my writings are an old mans regrets
Love lost love gained , hopes and dreams achieved and lost
Such is life Ian
Cheers mate
Ian aka Emu