H ow will this way of life be the same as it was
A fter it has lost its reason for existence?
N ever in my wildest dreams have i imagined
Z est for life could begin and could easily wane.
E verything that happened is not without meaning:
L ife without our summer love is not worth living!
*rhyme was written in the early 80's
...that was a number of summers ago, when we first met...and i was so naive to think that love would never end and never hurt...that it would all be tenderness expressed by holding of hands and by the most gentle kisses...
...until that one fateful morning...i was sitting at the back pew when i saw you coming in at the side door...there was no mistaking that look of love in you eyes as you gazed at her...i thought i died!
...i left without saying a word...without saying goodbye...for i was not ready to let go then...but i have long forgiven...and i have forgotten all the pains...
...take care my friend...
...till we meet again...
