||Just as I was thinking
Old loves mean the most because of
How we cherish past as perfect,
Newness comes in running.
Here you are
Entering my life without a pause
Reaching out to me as though
My arms offered something
And I was waiting too
No caution, no resistance, no reservations.
Oh the thrill of love again
Timid, troubling. Is it worth it?
Today it is, as for tomorrow
Everything is now, tomorrow takes its turn.