Flood Of Memories - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Romantic nights of song and dance
still live within my heart,
and when I recall our ecstasy
oh, how those memories start.
In love we waltzed beneath the moon
how foolish! I can't deny;
but hand in hand and cheek to cheek
we left the world behind.
Such joy will never come again
for we are young no more,
'though in my dream I clearly see
the way we were before.
The places where we used to go
have crumbled now with time...
gone has the old seat by the mill
and church bells seldom chime.
Our love goes back a long long way,
maturing with the years like wine
and hand in hand and side by side
still ~ we leave the world behind.
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