Love, Long Ago

When wintertime chills the nighttime air and fireplaces, like candles, glow, it is your hearth, I long to lay with you by and reflect on days of long ago. We were young and frolicked the days away. We had no thoughts except for the now, but those days had traveled on so fast and we lost sight of those days somehow. We enjoyed those times, those carefree days. We threw it all to the wind for a chance. The love we shared was beautiful then, far greater than any other romance. Here, in the shadows of the hearth glow, though time had stolen our days, age has been kind to you my sweet and changed our love in so many ways. Now, when I hold you, a tear I shed knowing you’ve given your life to me. Though, beauty surrounds us each and every day it is only you that I will continue to see. Those young ones that don’t know what true love can be, like talking or just holding hands, will never attain the love that we’ve shared and will never appreciate the dance. That dance, when we first locked in our gaze, and together, learned to move as one. Dances like that are left to the past and for the rest of the world, they’re gone. Here, as the light of the fire surrounds with the music that’s played in our hearts, I still see the young girl I met long ago and see forever with no endings, just starts.