When we were young lovers, passions ablaze
Seeking beauty everywhere, walking in sunshine
So young, alive, lost within the joys of love
Thinking ourselves forever bonded soulmates.
Naked, making love on hot summer days
Lying on a blanket in our secret place
Kissing, embracing, bodies joined for orgasm,
Shaded by foliage from spreading chestnut tree.
When lovers, I was your king, majestic, proud
You were Queen of my heart, sweet, beautiful.
Life and happiness found within your arms
Never relived, but kept enshrined in memory.
My soul soared with eagles in your presence
And now, in old age, I love you even more.
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