Wishfull thinking of days when <br />time had its own endless capsule <br />captured with echos of tomorrow's <br />memories that will stay vaulted in <br />an endless chamber of my heart <br /> <br />You can call it whatever you wish <br />Puppy Love, to Innocence of youth, <br />to Nostalgia, but it boils in one <br />corner of my mind where my own <br />personal hourglass of your love sifts <br />so gently in my mind with each and <br />every memory that was conceived <br /> <br />Roses of a different color were in <br />bloom and trying to cultivate the same <br />crop, would only be a duplication of <br />what lies authentic in my heart...........<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/authentic-in-my-heart/
