Our Love. Poem by Kalyn Lady

Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows of the trees record our passage beneath the?
Our secret has been revealed.
Yet I told no other.
I say these words in silence; in mute testimony.
To what once was. But our image remains
alive in this place. It can not be removed.
You, me. We then. Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a breif glimpse of loves' promise.
We were not liars; But theives of time.
For now times has forgotten us.
Yet our memory lingers; and our love remembers
This place of ours.