Reality fades
into the past,
deep into the
labyrinth
of memories
that we hold
inside the mind,
and so into
the heart.

If memories made
and given,
are wrapped in loves
true measure,
they crown the heart,
and feed the soul,
when dark hours pain
invades the day,
to sweeten thoughts
of hopes rebirth.

Tis surely blessed
for the one,
to give of memories
that speak of love,
and lasting joy.
To know you fill
anothers heart
with tender love
of moments past,
is gift more given
to the one
who gives this gift
of blissful thoughts,
never to be lost,
but held within
the heart,
and cherished
in the mind.