We were there
long before--
the wooden bench
still remembers-

it was late autumn
evening was drawing near
fallen leaves were strewn
on the meadow-floor-

no words did we speak
nothing from life did we implore
how we wished we'd say no farewell
of each other we yearned for more-

here we are on this same old bench
so many tearful years had gone before
in the ripening of our love
new affections we still explore.