I know I shall never forget how your hand touches mine.
The sky is full of shooting stars; I put my hand in thine.
And I shall sit when I grow old, remembering the while,
the poetry of your laughter, the sunshine of your smile.
There’re many things I shall recall as time goes drifting by;
the moonlight gleaming on your hair, sparkle in your eye,
your gentle way of teasing me, your words when we first met,
are things I’ll long remember while I am trying to forget.
I’ll close my eyes and think of how your voice sounds on the phone,
the silly things we talk about, the warmness in your tone.
I shall recall your pride and wit, your humor and your zest,
but the sunshine of your smile is what I’ll remember best.
© Pravesh 2020
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