Summer’s sun, blithesome fun, one day in Park
We peered into bliss of the other’s eyes
Now decades past we touch, fingers in dark
Both in world of pain, ears attuned to sighs
Time evaporates as shallow puddle
‘Tis not seen, ‘tis not heard, shadow at night
Process rapid, leaving one befuddled
I still taste our first kiss, ‘neath warm sunlight
Twilight of our youth now forever past
Naivete no longer hangs on vine
Grapes of innocence hath fermented fast
But doth not time enhance flavor of wine?
The summer sun has set, you within grasp
In moonlight’s penumbra, our fingers clasped
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