Back
.
when
.
w
e
.
danced
.
among
.
t
h
e
.
young,
–
–
romance
.
would
.
blossom
.
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
sun,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
linger
.
long
.
after
.
t
h
e
.
days
.
w
e
r
e
.
done . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
would
.
linger
.
long
.
after
.
t
h
e
.
days
.
w
e
r
e
.
done . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
it
.
w
a
s
.
easy
.
t
o
.
become
.
absorbed
.
b
y
.
the
.
frolic
.
a
n
d
.
fun . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ easy
.
f
o
r
.
two
.
t
o
.
merge
.
i
n
t
o
.
one,
–
–
pledging
.
mutual
.
devotion
.
t
o
.
each
.
other’s
.
someone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
those
were
.
t
h
e
.
days,
–
–
when
dreams
–
–
could
trust . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ those
were
.
t
h
e
.
days,
–
–
when
.
we
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
in
.
love
.
w
i
t
h
.
love.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2015 where the contemplator looks back on a time when the barriers to love and romance were low and easy to navigate. a brief, subtle, but powerful romantic experience is encountered but only weakly secured – leaving the reader to wonder whether such experience might lead to something more powerful and substantial in the future. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.