Musings
There was a time when had we met
We'd have rushed to take what we could get
We'd have felt the heat of passions fire
We'd have reveled in our deep desire
For these are the things that lovers do
When damp with feverish sweat they woo
But sadly, perhaps, we met when we
Were past that stage in life you see
Cruel time has cooled our ardors
So now we are likers, not lovers.
Copyright © Herbert Stewart | Year Posted 2014
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