No,
The day was not long
T’was not
The season of love

And the Sky
This day
Not abundant with sun

Nothing smelt sweet
The birds were not singing
No music was playing
With melodic meaning

Children’s laughter
Did not fill the air
Fields of fresh flowers
Not seen everywhere

The moon was not full
Nor on the rise

No,
Just simply us
On a first love reprise

Were we made our own beauty
We created for us
The prefect illusion
Of passion and lust

We had once
filled pastures
With the flowers in bloom
Where we were the music
That hung under the moon

Just a memory
Of a day
We knew would not last

Just a priceless piece
Of a once
Perfect past