A Stockpile Of Memories And Ecstasies 

They lit into life at a lively and lovely pace

her eyes were the divine stars whose grace

drew a striking streak between a nightfall

and the glowing & growing of a windfall

their warmness gave his quietness a chase

that shone a sun set to surge & embrace

they saw in him a museum: a depository

of memories, they told her of a love story