The curls of my hair rising in the wind,
we walked around holding hands.

He loved me and I loved him too.
He loved curling my already curly hair,
with his index finger.

We roamed around,sang together,
loved with no limits.

Today,pages flip back in my mind,
of memories filled of beauty and life.

He,rather we,deep within,
remain a sweet scented mystery,now and forever…