The waves have receded taking our etched hearts in its wake
The drawn lines have obliterated beyond recognition, in the lake
The fun and games, cross my heart promises to be forever friends
Still holds true, even though we now meet, on some rare weekends
The sky, beach and waves were in cahoots from childhood with cupid
Binding us together in innocent love that even our destinies had hinted
Leaving childhood, we blazed our individual paths in life’s rat race
Half forgotten promises still simmering on back burner, not erased
We are both successful forces to be reckoned with in the business world
Much sought after, having casual relationship leaving our heads in a whirl
Yet we feel no happiness these days and have no joy in our hearts
When sober, we recall those promises made innocently as sweethearts
Alas if only we could go back and relive those sunny days of yonder
Recapturing our mutual love and happiness that was full of wonder
If I play my cards right maybe the gods above will make us cross
The same paths where we can once again take up where we left off
Perhaps we can get off the same train and meet face to face
Reinforcing our commitment, hand in hand in lifelong embrace
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire
sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers
tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall
and a preserving sweet.
1564-1616, British Poet, Playwright, Actor
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
Love endures only when the lovers love many things together
and not merely each other
Walter J. Lippmann