The Memories of Time

Love never ends... Written for a contest where I had to use certain words

The evening air was filled with the
scent of our sweet love.
I felt the wings of my heart
starting to float high above.
As the memories of our time
started to flood to my mind.

Waiting on the sand by the sea
or the rainforest deep in the trees.
BY the waterfall, is where the mist
of our love will be.
For it seems we all walk a fine line
on the magic wings of time.
Because the inspiration of love
and the joy of forgiveness
Sends ours souls on a walk of deliverance.