The Wonderful Memories of YouA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a poem about love and blues.The wonderful memories of
you are still on my mind. And I would rather not
forget the good times. I remember the stroll with
you along the quiet avenue, The warm night you kissed
me in the moonlight, And the way you clasped my
hand when we sat on the bench. I think about the picnic in
the park on a windy afternoon, Our first ride on the
merry-go-round together, And the
evening we shared an umbrella in the downpour. I
recall the hours we spent on campus after school, How fast you ran when I
chased after you, The laughter that echoed
down the hallway, And the tears of passion that
fell on the basketball court. I became breathless when
you danced in my arms. You grasped me with a
tight embrace, And I could feel the pulse
of your heart. You filled my world with
your cheerful love. I welcomed the pleasure of
loving you. Love meant so little to me
until you came along. You were an adolescent
with a perfervid love. Even though you had just
reached the age of consent, A love without deceit grew
in your heart. I woke up with you to the
chirps of the morning, The nightingales sang sweetly
outside the window. How the wonderful memories
of you enchant me! I felt the power of your
seduction when our lips met. The light of love glowed
in your brown eyes. You buried me so deep in
your protective love; No other girl could tempt
me with her charm. And nobody else could
share our intimacy. Your riant face had the
apparentness of love, But all of a sudden, your
love lost its fire. You did not give me enough
time to love you. My happiness disappeared
like a dream. I know that memories can
never replace you, But the wonderful memories
of you persist. And I shall love you as
long as I can still remember you. © 2025 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on September 1, 2025 Last Updated on September 3, 2025 AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read poems and stories and to publish my compositions, not to e.. more.. |

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