It’s good to lament. Or maybe not.
A glorious future, never brought.
I remember her, I did adore.
We were to be, evermore.

That’s what love can do. And did.
How quickly from my grasp it slid.
Love ended on a one-way track.
She loved me not as much back.

Heartbroken with no cure.
Love a fairy tale, that for sure.
Never again, I did swear,
The world proved love unfair.

Down a different path I wandered.
Love an illusion, no longer pondered.
Though, I must admit a lament or two.
Brief they were, but true.

Surprised was I, love didn’t last.
In time, the pain, the heartache past.
Whittier’s words of Tongue or Pen,
The saddest were, “What might have been.”

Illusions etched in memory’s wall,
Leave a blur in the withdrawal.
To lament is to fantasize,
A picturesque past and romanticize.

The mind perceives what the heart desires,
A path lighted by hopeful fires.
Love, a perfection not found,
Becomes the path to grievous ground.

That treasured time was unkind,
It left divers dolors deep behind.
Older, but am I wiser by the day?
Alas, I lament, I cannot say.

Those lost years I disregard,
Cherished moments, I still guard.
Times when she ruled my heart,
Before reality pulled us apart.

Love lost forever, is to lament.
Love must be evermore, not something lent.
Love is priceless time, do not burn.
Love those who love you in return.

Thirteen years until another to adore,
Now not a one-way track,
I loved her, she loved me back.
A perfect love evermore.

The sun replaced my mental cloud,
She said, “I love you,” right out loud.
Waves of love made me warm,
A love that became the norm.

Life is now the dream I sought,
Living love, the way life ought.
Yes, time moves with no grin,
My dream faded not with aged skin.

To the one whose love is no ghost,
To forever love, I propose a toast:
We grew old with love and fun,
I love you. My heart and soul you won.

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