Us

How are you, my love?
My first, my only
Are you happy, my True?
I've been so lost, so lonely

But once a year you are mine, in a dream
When I can taste the winter-cream
On my lips, as if it was yesterday
Let me pour my heart out today...

Your big brown eyes,
I remember them so
The warmth in your embrace,
A promise to never let go.

Why to I do this every year?
Write you a poem and shed a tear
For the memory of us
When 'Us' ceased to be so long ago

That age of innocence and wonder
When we were young and the world, younger
I have to hold on to it, come what may
So I write you a poem every year in May.

How much longer can I carry this on?
My stubborn heart knows only one song
The song of 'Us' and our togetherness
Of perfect love and dreams of foreveness.

This stubborn, childish heart of mine
Does not know of surrender to time
Ah, time! Look how it passes
In rusty clocks and broken hourglasses

I am a different 'Me'
And your 'You' must be
Quite different too.

Did you find love or do you still
Look for the one who will
Sweep you off your feet
And give you kisses sweet?

I wish I could hold you,
Be there for you
Look in your beautiful eyes
And see that love again
A return to innocence

There is so much I have to say
But you are so far away
And it has been so, so long
People have come and people have gone

But you somehow remained.
Like a little warmth retained
From the dying embers of my life's spring
To give me hope in this world so cold
So unforgiving, so bitter, so old.
No telling what the future might bring

So this time of year I think of you
Those blossoming days, those 'tickets for two'.
Though grow up we must
I can wistfully dream
Of the old you and me
And a whole new 'Us'.