There is a treasured scrapbook that I keep
upon a shelf in the back of my mind.
As I prepare to spend some time with you,
I lift it from the shelf with gentle touch.
I run my fingers slowly over the cover,
just to feel the love that lives within,
and let the vision of each memory quench my thirst.

Every gift you’ve ever given me
is stored upon the pages of my mind.
The gift of every touch I’ve ever felt,
of every breath upon my skin
and every glance so full of love too strong for words
ever shared between your eyes and mine,
safely hidden within this precious book.

As I turn the scrapbook pages one by one 
I touch the memories that linger there for me
The memory of a hug that spoke a lifetime;
an embrace that melted two souls together;
of kisses that lit the fires deep within;
so many words and sounds and feelings, 
all immortalized on these scrapbook pages.

Like a flower, pressed between the pages,
or a letter from a lover, one might save, 
so many things of value there I keep;
and when another memory you give me,
though it’s intangible to those who cannot see it,
I will gently place it there within this book
and let the vision of it warmly quench my thirst. 


                        may2002