When we were young her offered hand
Was as innocent as May,
And on a waveless sea we swam
So free.

The summer sun is kind to lovers,
And in its warmth we bathed.
Her tiny footprints were swallowed by mine,
And both by time.

When we were young I spoke with care,
My every touch a caress,
And our nights were leisured and hushed.
So sweet.

Forever was a mountain too steep to climb
When we were young.
Perhaps now we can make it...