Nostalgia for the sweet, spousal swivel
Moments when surprise synchronizes eyes
Will yield, as the early blossoms shrivel
To looks that past selves would not recognize
At first, the present glistens with fresh love
Each gesture and caress throbs with delight
The most subtle adjustment of a glove
Contains a silent promise, kept by night
But soon, imagination will construct
Futures in which small problems are enlarged
Annoying habits linger and instruct
The eyes in glaring at the villain, charged
How swiftly we condemn those we adored
Who, having thrilled us before, leave us bored
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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