Chance Meeting

If I could find the perfect mate,

It’s you I’d choose, though far too late,

For time has driven us apart,

Yet failed to ease this aching heart.

There was a moment, sweet and long,

When passions stirred, deep and strong,

But words were left unsaid, then lost,

And now, with age, I bear the cost.

I’ve seen your face and know it still,

That certain smile, that steady will,

But smiles are for another now,

The one you gave your sacred vow.

I’m weary, frail, and show my years,

My eyes are filled with salt of tears.

Your arms are strong and full of life ~

Their charms are for your loving wife.

So fare thee well, my moment’s love,

No blue skies now or one white dove.

Those dreams are best consigned to rest,

Kept silent deep within my breast.