Time rolls backwards into a memory haze,
And I am young, and she is young always;
Her beauty turns the heads of longing men,
And I am jealous, once again.
When I remember passioned days,
My soul leaps up into old ways,
And I pursue the girl I love, amazed,
And I am satisfied, again.
When I remember battles past,
I know the one we're in will end at last,
And our old love return to hold us fast,
And we'll return to love again.
Though time retrieve the golden days,
And stamina in all things stray,
Never will it take our love away.
Still, our love remains.
Our love remains.
39 years, I have loved her, and I love her still.
Still tweaking this one. Never quite done...
