There is a place of youthful dreams
And sweet young hearts
Holding hands on warm
Summer days
And kissing as if our lives
Depended on the love
We drew from one another
Oh if only we could turn back
But we cannot and so
It makes wanting it to end
Seem a better path to tread
In the hope that we will once again
Love and be loved
With all the passion of youth
And the blindness that it brings
To all the pain that lay ahead
And so, lost we wait
Hoping beyond hope
That we may pass on
Into that better life
We miss so much
And lost so long ago.
©ronvdm777
Aug 2020
©ronvdm777
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