You were..
..an array of colours...

shadows-silently gather in black,
an orchestra of cries; echoes weeping...

Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...

born from serenity
a melody...

The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze...

If I had a gun
I would load it full of love...

There are ladies that carry their verse
with content of a nature; quite perverse...

many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...

An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration...

At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...

The season starts to change its sunshine rays
I hope that summer love still warms the air...

The colour fades
from her cheeks...