Two Lovers In London Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

Every time I hear your name I fall into a dream and my mind cascades back through my memories, back to those precious weeks we spent together – as man and wife.
Discovering ourselves and the treasures; treasures buried deep within those rain drenched streets of London.

Two people in love… in the moment, living for the now. A couple at last, not constrained by the world and its burdens.
Remember walking through Royal Park? Feeding the squirrels, laughing at the swans, chasing the rainbows.
Remember those nights we spent together? You… me… together.
Taking the tube, eating hot curry, enjoying each other while our feet and our hearts… danced.

We laughed and laughed, as lovers do… as lovers do.

I gave you my London and in return my London welcomed you into her comfort… her bosom, her motherly embrace.
Do you recall her voice, soft and melancholy as she cried out to us?
Remember hunting our way through the early morning rush to that little café by the lake, watching as the workers of London passed us by?
The café is still awaiting our return, longing for our company once more. She has not forgotten the two lovers she once knew… all those years ago.
I have not forgotten either. The memories are too precious. They come back to me in waves of cascading splendour.
They engulf me.
In love.
They engulf me…