If we had met in another time..,
Another place, or in my prime,
How different might our fates now be,
If you and I, were truly free.


If we had danced a slower dance,
Or in a different circumstance,
We may have sparked a passion fire,
And lit the flame of love's desire.


Perhaps our time was out of place,
For I beheld your Summer face,
When Autumn, truly was my season,
But love defies all rhyme or reason.


I had only hoped that for awhile,
I'd have the pleasure of your smile,
And, for a season, dance and sing,
Recapturing my long-lost Spring.


But, Love, like life, is seldom fair,
For I am here, and you are there.
The fates foretold our paths would part,
But your Love lives ever, in my heart!

Written by Virginia Haefner Wark

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