A life in its prime met the aged one time
And love began to sprout anew.
With feelings remembered, so sublime,
Being the middle and end they knew,
Love could come to ancient and prime
And knock both their lives askew.
Neither condemned to live their time
In their solitude, so dark and blue.
Though separated by time, no crime,
And distance abhorred, but true,
They wrote of love, cost not a dime,
To the other, true love each knew.
Perhaps, the future, the passing of time,
Will permit them to meet. Me and you.