Days are spent early longing for each others touch,
whirlwind desire clouding judgment much,
the days roll on as the love changes,
hours spent in each others midst akin to flicking through pages,
the story moves on from romance to happenstance as lives take over,
no longer desire but routine all before is now just a dream,
the air thicker and colder as time has rent a wound,
the ***** in the armour to hard to repair,
as we drift in solemn silence we reminisce of times had,
to reverse the cold passage needs time not some fad,
bridge the gap with love and respect,
it will bring bountiful fruit of which you may not expect.