When you first came
Your hair was drenched
From the London rain.
My thirst
I quenched
But first
I dried the rain.
I forget your name
But remember the rain
And your drenched hair
Which I took care
To dry. I
Saw you again.
But forget the name.
K Morris - Poet 
I like this very much!
Thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Kevin!
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael. Kevin
Never forget a woman’s name, Kevin! 😉 I like the poem. Thanks for sharing. xx Michael
Thank you for the wise advice, Michael! I’m delighted you like my poem. All the best. Kevin