A Retrospect

A retrospect - - - - - - - - - Fair may look the spring Fair may look the sun Fair may look the moon But far away from once We dwelt in realm of dreams No more sunny days That dawned for us then Sometimes you smile Sometimes you sing Sometimes you quip Dropping slender, gray words Like alms given to a beggar Heart that is now open to new ties May look sweet and fair But doubt I That can hold ever The passion of love As reserved before And more painful it is When you come not any more Yet on way up And on way down When we come across You throw smiles And drop in thin words While I stretch out my hands To embrace you Forever as my friend……..