We Called It Love

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We Called It Love

By

Elisabetta Panzica




Delicate, beautiful rose buds shiver in the cool of morning

As their sweet fragrance sweeps across our consciousness

Trying to awaken a deeper memory within us

Of a timeless imprint of long forgotten days




Plastered upon our hearts

It lies dormant now …

Yet there is a familiarity about it

A wanting to recall … to remember

This wondrous thing, this intangible object




Droplets of dew begin to form

Upon a solitary rose

In distinguished beauty she displays the passions of the heart

Beginning to recall, to recapture the very essence

Of a memory forgotten




She opens up from the inside

And blossoms to bring forth

The rarest of all gifts

We gave it a name

We called it love.