To My "layla"

Where is that woman I so loved so long ago? And for reasons unfathomed I love as much still Beauty beyond compare to me Simple in thought But complex in love Years of remorse have run their course They have worn me down I admit, I deserve no more For as i guess oft happens A fool will hurt himself Where is she now? I wonder Does she sleep alone like me? Or next to someone She wishes is elsewhere Or, if blessed with luck- Entwined in the arms Of one she so loves Oh, if it could be me Foolish me... Unable to endure A love so intense I felt I was losing my identity I found this powerful love, this passion, almost an obsession Too scary to deal with So I walked- and 35 years later so much would love to retrace my steps... leading to her... At least to know how her life has unfolded Not to rekindle Love's embers I'm not the same as I was then Worn down by years Of abuse and pain Yet every day I think of her again The apple of my eye Layla incarnate Once bodies entwined Sweetest hours of my life I'm a fool So much a fool Regret is my daily meal Fools deserve no more For many years gone by, And many years to come I will regret... The acts of this fool."