May Of 1993 Poem by David Blake

I remember a kiss, in the gentle rain;
I remember you gave more that I
deserved. You gave me the joy of life
and love and the pain or sorrow and
lose. I remember the dances by the
sea and the long walks in the park. I
can see you naked by the moon light
calling to me with those enchanting
eyes. Feeling your breath upon my
neck lost in all that was. Incomplete,
my life is nothing without you, hollow
dreams, there is nothing like true love.