I chase her through a wet cobblestone square
She wears billowy skirt…peasant blouse
The midday sun reflects flaxen long hair
We run towards door of a medieval house
A symphony plays…music engulfs us
Her feet are nimble and devoid of shoes
We race past a church her golden locks mussed
I see many faint smiles from darkened pews
Slowly but surely she doth slip away
Hath my age denied me, I must know truth
In the hours aft’ midnight…start of new day
Crow’s feet unseen, I return to my youth
I awake to sunlight’s eternal gleam
Is enchanting wife the girl in my dream?
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