In those days, love was everything.

In those days love was everything.
He loved her like a tangled kiss,
And she loved him with all her teenage fervor —

The room the same, the heart had changed.
Perspectives go with attitudes,
And what they had they wanted to take further.

In nights of majesty and light,
Discovery and after-flight,
The world shrunk down, but also grew,
At least for two —

In those days love was everything:
She wore him like a fresh corsage,
And he wore her just like a life preserver

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant