Do you remember sweeter times,
of joyous smiles in pleasures shared;
when we were young
and all the world was ours
because young lovers dared?
Do you recall the shattered lives;
the impact and that mangled car,
then years of pain and growing kids,
that grief…all made us who we are?
I can recall.
Do you regret words spoken, harsh,
wounding two hearts, no chance to mend;
scars yet remain, wounds open, sore.
It’s not the way one’s life to spend.
Yes, there are regrets.
Oh wish me joy.
The bitterness is gone,
replaced with love I thought could not exist
…as it approached fighting it not,
such sweetness I could not resist.
Please... wish me joy.
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