The cracks on the wall, splinter the paint that we colored so many years ago. We were young and our passion ran deep. Lust driven kisses heated our senses that day. I remember it was raining that spring day, where the smell of roses and fresh cut grasses gave way to our need to fill our hunger of youthful folly of being in love. I tasted your sweet lips, shoulder wet with sweat. Your hair smelled of fresh flowers of the day as we shared our bodies while the sun looked on. Memories from the cracks in the wall took me back where love bloomed that spring day.