The Giftof Love
You loved me once when I was young.
You love me now again.
And in between both of those times
I didn't know how or when
I'd recognize the love you had.
That thought alone has made me sad.
But sadness you must go away
for joy replaces you.
For older love is dreamier,
especially for we two.
It comes alive in memories
that never want to die.
The youth is gone but the flame's still lit
and as the years go by
the intensity of this love we have
won't let it simmer down.
It will not be tempered.
It cannot be, not for you nor for me.
For to love when young, then once again
is a gift to be treasured without end.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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