A memory of love revisited


We arrived at Orly in a morning mist

and drove to Rambouillet

In rented car and store-bought cheese

we stopped along the way.

We tore at bread, devoured cheese

and sipped our Chardonnay

with whispered hearts of broken dreams

that took our breath away .


Driving back, we lost the sun

the essence of the day

Our hearts subdued, and left behind

with the soul of Rambouillet.

A kiss, a touch, a look that dies

remembering the day

that held our love so sweet and warm

once more in Rambouillet ......


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