Felice

We met when she was just a child,
With eyes of a young doe,
And I had touched this world but lightly,
And we just looked and knew
That nothing else in life would do,
And smoldering fires burned,
While we just smiled politely,
But then our passion made its way,
And just like butterflies
We played our little game,
And all the world was bright as day.
Rich did the years thus pass,
While our love did grow,
And deep within myself I know
That when I'm old and gray,
We'll still hold hands in evening's glow,
And tell old tales till darkness touches us,
Oh God - I love her so........

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz