Sweet memories are the scent of the heart...
Always smelling sweeter as we share each
other's memorised part.

Good times as well as bad...
To the heart, may well, seem the sadly part.

Always drifting up and away....
Soon, to come back, next we say.

Beyond all memories, tattooed in art...
Forever, as ever, always, a part.

Michael Gale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tattooed-and-loving-moving-part/