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cried.

Reflection: This is a romantic-themed poem in which the affected party looks back fondly on a romance from the distant past. He or she is saddened by the realization that nothing as wonderful has been experienced over the many years since then.

I wrote the lines “it was the springtime of our lives and the summer of all time” and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that. I played the wonderful song “First Thing in the Morning” by Secret Sun and the poem pretty much wrote itself (I played the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the final stages of the poem). If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.