Memories of Love: One warm summer night, I walked through the street
A tired old man, I happened to meet
Brittle he was, Now moving a little slow
Still sharp as tack, and asked "Do you know"
My attention was drawn and I sat on the curb
I listened intently as he slurred every verb.
Discussing his memories and trials in his life
And how he held up his sweet loving wife
The story began with a pull at my heart
As he spoke of their life, they were never apart
As I continued to listen, to every word he had said
I could feel every thought, envisioned in my head
He said "my beautiful angel...