If perchance you seem to be A love I passed through history.
Would your eyes gaze on mine, remembering when.. I was thine.
Throbbing beats within our breasts, loving glances would tell the rest.
My time with you is an endless thing, a golden circle to me you bring.
But if we miss the chance this time around, another one will be found.
Bronzed in time, that’s only yours and mine This love,our love will last forever.
Kay Ekwall©1997
Index of Poems, Songs and Short Stories