A poem about memories and who makes them.
One last memory
Come share it with me
This last chance to see
What we grew to be
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We traveled so far
To follow our star
And bore every scar
To say here we are
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And tides washed the shore
Where we used to play
And kiss everyday
To never need more
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One last memory
A moment set free
When lovers like we
Met our destiny
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Two flowers in bloom
A gentle perfume
Dispelling all gloom
That dreams may resume
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And time washed the shore
Where we used to stray
As kisses set way
To be there once more
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One last memory
This past fantasy
That asked for no fee
For heavens to flee
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And once more we’re there
With so much to share
No needs and no care
Just bask in the air
Of last memory
That you made with me
i like it martin kloess 
Beautiful poem and such a romantic picture! 
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