Written by Gina Mocha
Oh! the pictures, the pictures, not from a frame.
It’s the conceptual feelings from a true love,
I have embedded in my brain of you
It makes me toss and turn all night having
Silhouette cameo images of us two.
When we sipped the finest of wine,
From the candlelit vineyard,
As we dined, tasting the purest of grape berries
And succulent plump strawberries hanging from a vine.
Oh! The luxuries I had when you were I used to call you mine.
Piece by piece from your head to your feet.
Every time I spoke of you;
The kind words were eloquently a unique design
Formed from the blood drippings of my heart
Pouring shimmery golden crimson colored lines.
As fine as the strings of the harp that played an angelic melody
in my mind of you;
Her masterpiece imagery united our chemistry.
In my soul, you had driven out the connections of my past
You had brought life to my legacy of having a soul mate
Who shared the same likes as me;
The finest of them all; you lived in my mind so candidly.
I became like a swarm of honey bees sensing the sweetness from
Your melanin skin.
Your almond shaped hazel eyes, matched your perfect set of
Hershey shaped lips which left me often times feening and wishing
For a kiss.
I remembered how you would quench my thirst.
When I felt the pulsating beat of your heart, I knew I had been
You are now one of my finest memories;
You have my body yearning and wanting to spend another night
You’re my caramel chocolate coffee delight,
Oh! The estranged memories
I have of you being apart
Of my life.