I daydream of yesteryear’s romance
With twinkling eyes and sweet smiles
She invited my heart to come slow dance
To her charm and bewitching beguiles
Her voice was so soothing, the calmest
I swooned to the sound of her charming
Her words could inspire the psalmist
Her manners so loving, disarming.
Like the drawing of love’s glowing ember
When my troubles laid siege to my mind
To some time or some place I remember
I lovingly went there to find…
I’m in love! But is it the person
The girl of romantic renown
When the anguish of life seems to worsen
When my world seems to turn upside down?
Or is it a memory stolen
Torn free from a past now so real
A heart sick of love and so swollen?
(I suppress parts I don’t want to feel.)
Just recalling some wonderful repast
A banquet of love—as its seems—
Remembering whenever downcast
The romance, some lover in dreams.
I am left with mere longing impressions
Those innocent years are now gone
For life has taught us all lessons
She is now but the words in a song.
As I read in the Good Book, it is written
Old men are sure to dream dreams
With yesteryear’s happiness bitten
But nothing is here what it seems.
For the years have undoubtedly altered
Whatever she once was to me
And romance fades, having faltered
I’m in love with her memory!