Nostalgia...

They played a sentimental,
Old, romantic tune
At our garden party
On a moonlit night in June
When suddenly my wife cried,
And said, as her tears I dried,
The song recalled her first love
Who as a very young man died,
A nostalgic bitter-sweet memory
Which would always with her be,
A loss she would deeply miss
Of a long ago time of joyous bliss,
And I felt desperately jealous
Because I've never loved like this...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz