These Are the Good Times
These are the good times.
Betwixt and between, lovers caught in a quandary;
Do we fall in love forever?
Or just remember each other fondly?
What will be will be, but oh! What might have been…
If we only took a shot in the dark at the never before seen.
Love is so new as to be exciting,
Yet the unknown is all so very frightening;
Bewildering days lost beneath the thunder and lightning.
And then at last the summer arrives;
The rainy days are washed away from our lives.
The sadness we clung to so very tightly,
Morning, noon and nightly,
Fades away from our memory, as love brings us to life.
Such joy eternal!
Possibly to become, one day, matrimonial.
Anything is possible in these times of revival.
The good old days of love are back again.
No longer bound by self-imposed chains.
No longer afraid of falling deeply into love.
The world is my oyster and I could eat; I will see if she would,
Like to fall in love with a guy like me.
If not, then c’est la vie, it was never meant to be.
But eagerly I await her answer,
Because my heart is in a ballroom, waiting for my dancer,
To take my hand, so I can spin her around
And show her I love her,
As we glide across the ground.
She will run to me like a dirty dancer affair
And after I have picked her up,
I will lift her high into the air!
Finally we are all out of dance.
Hopefully when she lands,
I will find myself inside a new romance.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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