Seashells

by Misstress

Stuck in the frail folds of my pocket
Emblems of an immortal love
And a memory, in my mind wont erase

Still remembrance will echoes
How the sound of your voice
Envelops this winding road, that
Leads me little by little into your heart.
Love was You back then
Same as this moment, until the end

-ACROSTIC POETRY-