I'm imagining a forest in full bloom.
having perfection in imperfect parts
We stand in front of a huge ballroom,
Where a shooting star crosses hearts,
But out of love we fell, so lonely,
When our age caught up, and ruined ourselves,
We both thought of each other as homely,
We love the young and gorgeous selves,
The time was right when we where young,
When we thought so highly of the other,
Oh, to the hope of a remedy for age we clung,
But we lost our amour, along with our future,
    But although time took away our love,
    We had such sweet memories of.