A Golden Love

Found my own golden heart
Down around Craddock way
But the math was never right
And I let her sheen fade away.

As Fate would have it
Saw her again, so beautiful and free.
Frightened off by her smoke and kinder
I flaked off for a more southern honeybee.

Book of faces, and goodness, I can see her again.
The weighted years yet wall us off apart.
All is as it should be?
We were doomed from the start.

That’s not really true;
What would you do?
So young, so pretty, so innocent—
Was this really a love heaven sent?

This story now passes on:
A stilted speech now for a therapist calls.
Blind Passion has passed; all is well.
Love Never Dies, but sometimes aptly stalls.

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