Memories of love

I miss your hand that used to hold my hand
I miss your eyes that used to smile at me
The needs of love don’t feel like a demand
I miss the hand that caressed my held hand

I miss your love and miss you as a friend.
When you gazed , your eyes lit what you’d see.
I miss the hand that used to warm my hand
I miss the eyes that used smile at me.

I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the morning, when we rarely spoke
On Purbeck Hills,we heard the singing lark
I miss your arms around me in the park

Poole Harbour’s beauty was a living spark
Sharing silent glances as we walked
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the mornings, though we rarely spoke

Silent sharing ; company in love.
With strangers;oh,that manufactured talk.
To be silent;dome of sky above
To be silent ; spaciousness of love.

Strangers, how their talk can jolt and shove
I held your hand ; caressing as we walked
Silent caring; sympathy of love.
No stranger, blindly snatching in the dark