Memory (To Isiah)

When your hand met mine,
A universe bloomed in that single touch.

I remember every mark you left on me.
The gentle press of a hug,
The fire of a kiss,
The symphony of our laughter,
The stories are captured in every photo.

When you held me,
My senses woven together.
I heard your fragrance,
I witnessed the melody of your voice.

Each moment with you is a brushstroke,
Gracing my skin with vibrant hues,
Painting our story on the canvas of my soul.

Your presence is an art, carefully crafted.
Alive with vivid colors, bold textures,
A masterpiece I will never forget.