Recalling.
I daren\'t stop recalling
the way we were.
We lifted the tightness
of age-convention
and fled to the informal.
We laughed at
life\'s blatant nod toward
autumnal romance,
we set all restraint loose
and as more care
opened doors for taking
life\'s offered pleasure
of love\'s new sensations
we stirred up bated
passion by gentle yield.
Time\'s passing has made
satin from cotton
placidly satisfied weaving
now pallid and gone
that ready fever of fullest
acceptance will
not be ever forgotten for
I daren\'t start to
recall what we once were
without teardrops
reviving every height
we discovered.
His love won mine
in those silver-gilt years.