Though
the bloom of youth may die.
Cast
not away the love between,
Something
lurks perhaps unseen,
Once
the power of passions keen,
Have
left the body, by a dream.
Somewhere
life has flown away,
Where
we had slumbered on our way,
Teased
and gifted, we the fey and gay,
Yet
flowers wilt un-watered, bare they lay.
Rumours
running 'neath this land,
Where
love our master took our hand,
Explosive
needs, lost hold, uncanned,
Where
we made love upon the sand.
Bonded
by a true desire to fall,
Where
love responded towards that call,
Immersed
in flows of song, one for all,
Our
lithe young flesh, bounced lovers ball.
Running
wild, untamed and free,
This
girl cannot, another way be,
Yet
years move swiftly again we see,
Some
loss of memory and our vitality.
Bounding
like a crestfallen stag,
The
potential wanes and lustre's lag,
Less
movement blows our lovers flag,
But
we've still more toys within our bag.
Though
time has taken youth it seems,
We
come to live with what it means,
And
yet we love to live in dreams,
Where
we'd be climbing on the beams.
Arrive
the evening so still we lie,
And
here my promise I'll sanctify,
Though
the bloom of youth may die,
You're
still the twinkle in my eye.........
xMx
