I remember that we walked,Soaked to the very skin,
But I remember not,
That I was ever in,
Somwehre in a desirable room,
I don't remember where,
When we lay in each other's arms so soon!
Holding the warmness there,
I don't remember anything,
Of what we did and said,
We, in our love-making,
In that forgotten bed!
I remember when morning came,
We just smiled to part,
There was nothing to blame,
But just a memory to keep at heart!
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This was one of the romantic short poems I wrote back in the late 70's.
It was later published on 5th of December 1979
in a local fortnightly tabloit magazine's poems corner
Hope you'll like it!
