Summer Romance

I found this while cleaning house today. It's written in my late mate's hand.


They strolled down the hill together and sat under a willow tree and watched the quiet river wind slowly past.

He noticed the gleam of the sun in her beautiful hair and felt lucky just to have her with him.

He remembered the first time he held her and the thrill he felt when her head dropped to his shoulder and soft hair brushed his face.

He knew she could never leave him, the love they shared flowed deeply from each heart.

She cuddled a little closer as if she planned the next move, then quickly bowed her head and gently kissed his hand.

He neither spoke or kissed her, but only sat there on the river bank and hugged her with one arm.

For he was only a little boy fishing and she was his own collie dog. Tweet