Strawberries. Drop sweet nectar on our thoughts,
For us to think in the cherry cream of iris clouds,
Puffy and welcoming everywhere you look, every time,
You look me in the eyes.
The rain washes away the grape jelly of our skins,
And the cherries. The strawberries of the dew beads,
Spread along our feet coating our empty souls fully.
Ready to dine with happiness of apples and pears,
As we prance around the orchard trees. This world,
Can never get old, with you here with me.
The sun gives way, and the sweetness of us stays,
Blushing roses upon our young cheeks. soft hands,
Intertwine as we jump into a pond of kiwi fruit. pucker,
As it tingles our skin, we take small bites into this world,
Granted with a memory of sweet tender love.
All I did was bite into this tender strawberry,
And I remembered.
A sweet summer love.
An unforgettable embrace.
A Tender piece of exotic fruit.
Strawberries. Drop sweet nectar on my thoughts,
For me to think of the cherry cream of your iris clouds,
Soothing and loving every time I remember you looking,
Into my eyes.
Our senses have this real nice way of connecting themselves to our memories. the sensory memory is much stronger than the physical I feel at times.