Past Perfect Poem by Mary Naylor

The long day begins to fade, and brilliant
Evening colors illuminate the sky.
I sit here thinking, in our love, did I blunder?
And then, I can’t help but to begin to wonder…

What if I had loved you sooner?
Would it have made any difference?
What if I had loved you longer?
No, no, my love could never have been stronger!

So let us be at peace, with this love of ours,
Holding hands, and dreaming of our perfect past.
Robed in sunset’s glories, let us bid adeau
To the sun, illuminating memories wrapped in gold and blue.