Old Poem

Sometimes I think of how we met
And why, and where, and when,
And I can't stop the wishful thought
That you had loved me then.

Sometimes I think of how I left,
And how you grew to care,
And when I think of all those months,
I cannot find it fair.

But then I think of how we fell
In love those sleepless night
And I am filled with wondrous awe
Of how things turned out right!

Sometimes I think of Christmas break
Our very first embrace
The days, the nights, the mem'ries made
I feel their lingering trace.

Sometimes I think of what's to come
I haven't got a clue!
But this I know, no matter what -
I always will love you. <3 <3 <3