Love is like a sought-for dream that sometimes
Turns into an unexpected nightmare,
An imagined bliss we kept in our prime
That breaks the naive heart with sorrow there.
Yet Love can return sent by Fate's remorse
To enchant once again and captivate,
The one who's forgotten and closed her doors
To the plea and the call of a right mate.
Though late in coming, Love in golden years
Is more wise and more profound in its depth,
For hearts have learned lessons that bring no tears
In its honesty there are no regrets.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.15.15
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