Memories Poem by Luminous Chama

‎Splendour, indeed, my lady were,
‎In my thoughts, as a chandelier, right there,
‎And your dazzle does bring of an undying memory,
‎Me as a child in such unending story,
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‎My lady—a maiden of mine,
‎With lips sincerely fine,
‎A relief of beauty that my lips embraced,
‎Raced—raced upon that site of love in delight, we embraced,
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‎Our lips braced th' love of our', till time had to devour,
‎A love like our'. I lov'd and had you that time—that hour of our',
‎At a tree, a time from your parents you were free.
‎With thee, as th' rain pour'd and thunders roar'd, they lov'd our bodies, so did I also love thee,
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‎Aback in my thoughts seeing this luck, you, my lady, in our love sincerely spunk,
‎But our love very quickly it sunk.
‎So young in the sea, and to see our love so lonely to be,
‎Sighing this memory, as it is dying, in mine mind, to live to forever be.