The path..

Once again, that evening's here where we used to meet,

Walking the same path, living moments so sweet.

In those smiles, when our eyes would get lost

I would die really to trade for that loss.

When time gave the hints, our steps knew the way,

Eyes seeking those glances that lit up the day.

The same path, the same house, the familiar sound,

In the peaceful smiles, our joy was found.

Now as I wait by the window’s light,

Longing for that evening, calm and bright...

Once again, it comes, so serene and fine,

For it holds the story of that path, and mine.