I recall when we first met Lord, you were looking good Your hair was fixed just right You looked like a woman who could... There was a spark between us We started the dating game But, that was years ago Now you just don't look the same
Your belly was flat and firm The curve of your waist sublime I counted the hours and minutes Until we could spend some time... Spend some time together In a lust that knew no shame But, that was years ago Now you just don't look the same
I remember those things we did I remember that night in the park No one could see you but me And I took you in the dark... We wrestled in the heat Your breath fanned my flame But, that was years ago Now you just don't look the same - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So many things have happened The children... our financial woes Pain, and grief... the passing of years It all adds up... and shows
Do I really want to go back? To that time I can't reclaim Because, when I look in your eyes Honey, you look the same
It just occurred to me that I'm a plagiarist. I stole the title of this poem from Burt Bacharach, who wrote a song by the same title... a song I absorbed in my youth... ...The poem is basically from my experience, but the feeling is encapsulated in Mr. Bacharach's lyrics... ...But isn't every poem an act of plagiaism... the retelling of a story which has already been told... ...Allow me to refer you to Bacharach's "The Look of Love" performed by Dionne Warwick.