Gossamer Memories

Heavily veiled morning skies Enticed by sweet memories I chose to skim through the old books And records of my dear college days. Folded between two leaves Was a rose fully dried up Colourless, pale, delicate And devoid of its fragrance. I remembered my love who it was gifted to me by Her radiant loving smile, Her sweet melodious voice. Tearful parting, Memories gossamer galore! Smiling through her tears Her long dark eyes gleaming Like a rose smiling in dew drops Shining in the morning sun.