I dwell on the memory

Of callow first love

Received by us

As a gift from above

Eyes blind to all

But one another

Certain our relationship

Was like no other

It was to me

Fresh, pure

No other since

Holds the same allure

If Fate had been kinder

Not butted in

Ended our hopes

What might have been?

Possibilities

Continue to gleam

Replay in my mind

Haunt my dreams

If I saw you again

Gave you my hand

Would you grasp it

Instinctively understand?

By Margaret Karim

From: United Kingdom