The Reverie Was Lost
In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold
While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky
With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold
Two young bodies close in his last good-bye
In my "imagination, I can feel
And "dream" in "reverie" of our lost youth
Now at times, I cry about the raw deal
The fervent winds of passion gone, in truth
In aged eyes though not in "hallucination"
A steady warmth still flows from each sweet soul
Not from youth's passion nor middle-age station
Lows have made our life's love completely whole
At times "visualization" brings back youth
When fantasy and "dream" sometimes hid truth
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