Memories of her in his wrinkles
No love can stop the clocks
Hidden under the vast moonlit sky
Something bolder than a star twinkles
They’ve a love that feasts in passion
Diametric to the congruent of desolate
She spelled home to him unswervingly
Not given in to any temptation
Cascading feelings beneath the clocks
The world does not know of
They had each other in their hands
Long walks and late night talks
wordsarefullofletters 
Hi,
Congratulations on being Danny Ray’s featured blogger. I was his featured blogger too.
Maybe you can check out my blog if you need a blogging tip or two. That’s what I write about.
Janice
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Thanks! Congratulations on being Danny Ray’s featured blogger too! I will definitely check out your blogs soon 🙂
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Hi,
Thank you for your reply I will look forward to your visit to my blog.
Janice
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Fantastic!!!
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautifully melancholic.
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Thank you for the kind comment 🙂
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I really love those last two lines, put me in a romantic mood. 🙂
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Glad you loved it!
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Just beautiful ❤
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Thanks!
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It’s very romantic. I love it. 🙂
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Thank you! that means a lot to me, coming from you
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You’re too nice. 🙂 thank you.
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I love the opening line, “Memories of her in his wrinkles”, and the notion of time throughout the poem. It’s very romantic and heart warming. Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much. Those lines wouldn’t be anything if there were no readers 🙂
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Beautiful🙂
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Thank you!
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