Felice

I met her first
When she was just a child,
And I, myself, had touched
This world but lightly,
And we just looked and knew
That nothing else in life
Could ever, ever do,
And smoldering fires burned
While we just smiled politely,
But then the force of passion
Made its way,
And just like butterflies
We played our little game
And all the world
Was bright and gay.
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 2007 Alfred Charasz