The era of love is an endless lake
a parable, a song, an inviolableΒ shade
and every time you come to pass
all over again

You’re ardor, lofty days of youth
a Poet’s need and word of truth
I watch as sorrow washed away with rain

Oh that love should abide by a foolish tongue
my heart to a wild remembrance has clung
for every time you come to pass
all over again

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

“Each time you happen to me all over again.” –Β The Age of Innocence
by Edith Wharton

Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real ToadsΒ 

& Posted on ‘Open Link Night’ @ dVerse Pub