Fond, Delightful Nostalgia
I will not hang on to preserve a need,
to suggest a crossover from a time to a different place.
Instead, I will remember, I will recall,
I can be with that moment suggests my love for you is real.
The time away was purposeful, methodical, gracious
in its own merit, a reason to ask the world to understand,
at least a solo awareness for idyllic energy,
now fully encompassed in a romantic nature of time.
I would still choose imagine you,
in your quiet grace, your world away from my own,
yet somewhere inside, I might be a quiet remind,
outside in the arctic breeze a love beckons soft.
I would that time were a measure of true harmony
know tonight my love for you is my ceremony.