The beautiful one who left me breathless
Still haunts my restless nights when e’re I dream
Of those sweet times. I do long to caress
Her once again, but age does make it seem

As if it was only just fantasy.
It was so long ago, but still I yearn
To recapture the thing that could not be.
It’s taken me these fifty years to learn

What I did not know then, but still, the lure
Of her sweet presence often takes me back
To youth, to naive obsession. I’m sure
As days are long, her gaze would leave me slack

And hopeful. Love is such a painful thing
Sometimes, to leave a wounded heart aching.