Holmdel Park, NJ, is where I fell in love for the first time. It still seems like a magical place to me.
The arboretum looks as it did then With silver maples dancing in the breeze Wildflowers bloom within the narrow glen Remember how we kissed beneath the trees? One special oak displays the heart you carved With our initials set within its wall We were so young and yet our souls seemed starved So passionate are teens when first they fall Today I came to view the art we left Surrounded by the blooms, the trees, the birds And though my heart seeks you, I am bereft Of promises defined by long lost words I miss that passion coursing through our veins Now you have left and loneliness remains June 10, 2020
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