Flood Of Memories

Romantic nights of song and dance still live within my heart, and when I recall our ecstasy oh, how those memories start. In love we waltzed beneath the moon how foolish! I can't deny; but hand in hand and cheek to cheek we left the world behind. Such joy will never come again for we are young no more, 'though in my dream I clearly see the way we were before. The places where we used to go have crumbled now with time... gone has the old seat by the mill and church bells seldom chime. Our love goes back a long long way, maturing with the years like wine and hand in hand and side by side still ~ we leave the world behind.