It’s Just a Fantasy
Once upon a time
When trees weren’t so tall
In love with a young girl
A young boy did fall
A long ago mirror
Reflected a young boy’s face
Now an aging man
Love’s tears leave a trace
A man of sixty years smiles
At sight of a man and woman
An elderly couple holding hands
Invested deep, love’s devoted veterans
The man remembers his own love
Her name, face and smile
Within the core of his aging heart
Year after year, mile after mile
In quiet reflection
He misses her
In his favorite dreams
He softly kisses her
Staring into her eyes
He says “I love you”
He imagines her reply
“I love you too”
But alas, it’s just a fantasy
A fantasy almost as old as he
An aging man still in love
His first and last love is she
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