I had loved you
When bright beating sun
Had cast its bold pain
As if veins of blood
Could have been golden rain
I had loved you
As I counted away
The years
In Christmases
And times
I had to walk
Our paths alone
Sent sudden shudders
Down my spine
As if you had been here
all along.
And I had loved you
When I had those vivid days -
And now, in my not so vivid days,
Velvet blindness by the sun
In my blur of beige and blue and bland,
I love you still.